Lyrics:
in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches stay
Oh, by the way
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
that we pass by,
There I'll enquire for my sailor boy
They had not sailed long on the deep
When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet.
"You
again
Weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You wanna walk away and start over
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
I'm someone else
Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt (Yup)
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
She don't know how
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
the zone
Got me working on my grades (grades!)
Studying the waves (waves!)
Thinking about my future, and I know I'll be ok
But
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hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if
nod, cuz if not for him
I prolly never woulda thought that I could get brought in
Submissive and divisive as a hijab
Doin my job just by pissin off
Come through and ride my wave
Come through and ride my wave
Look, cause you deserving of better
By ever letter to the T - to the E - to the R- to the A-
came on
And into the morning light
Sweet William said I'm troubled in my head
By the dreams that I dreamed last night
Such dreams such dreams as these
I
a smoke
From a can of old Prince Albert
His hands as strong as oak
And the sounds of the Grand Old Opry came out of Ryman Hall
Roy Acuff played the fiddle
First place with ya bitch
At my place getting lit
She gone let a nigga hit
I pull up with the stick
And i ain't talking bout a choppa
Bruce Lee
sorry
Say I don't give a fuck, I'm sorry
Tell someone who asked, cause I clearly didn't
It's giving past, future, no Lori
I wave my hands in
Sometimes William we're just screwed
In my blue wave
So what's the girl to do
Sits on the couch and she's feeling blue
Shakes it in the cup
And she doesn't
rakin' it in
When I looked up from the table
Big John Lee was walkin' in
Well, he grabbed a chair beside me
Said ""son count me in""
He looked over at my
on
Stonehenge - rock, rock on
My man Art Bell - where you at?
My man William Cooper - where ya at?
My man Noam Chomsky - where ya at?
Illuminati - where ya at?
rockin' of course
Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert
rockin' of course
Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert
a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my
a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my
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