Lyrics:
on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
by michael mols into the celtic goal
oh the soldiers they wear helmets , to protect their head
and your granny to keep warm wears a nightcap tae her
Now she white, Michael Jackson
After we fuck, she told her friends, "Bitch, it's crackin'"
Made a jail call to your bitch, she say you down
You a bug
By Michael Nesmith
My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run,
My strongest trials now have passed,
My triumph is begun.
Oh, come, angel
mouth, she get hot, caught a fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Feel like it was yesterday doing drive-by's out that Regal, skrrt (Yeah, yeah, grrah, grrah,
(damn)
Scotty Pippen stressed out hearin' all the rumors
About his ex-wife fuckin' with Michael Jordan Jr.
Future already had his thumb all in that ho
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
New Lyrics
jot shit on some think out of the box shit
Look I got him shook on
Some Michael J fox shit
You a comedian actin' the fool
And was on the Total Slaughter
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
for my friends
People can't see my pain, camouflaged by a grin
It's like one fifty one make you run out your skin
Got a turtle out his shell let
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure
snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure
on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper
hungry check their appetite (Outta sight)
Niggas get it twisted acting really sleight
On some Michael Jackson syndromes
Cause they went from black to white
Rapping and Listening[00:23.79]To Nas, DMX, Gangstarr and Mob Deep[00:26.03]Naughty By Nature, yeah you can call me[00:27.97]I mean[00:29.26]I grew up
crossed out by line chalkers
Back in high school, train rides was nine quarters
Now they eyes water while I'm ridin' by corners
Niggas wildin', askin' how
want no help the deep end Michael Phelps
I did it by my lonely I ain't ask for no help
My dog turned on me that's a hit below the belt
I aint want no
a doubt[00:31.19]After diamonds gon be a fucking drought[00:34.29]Gonna make 50 thou take that route[00:38.62]Start by walking in like Michael Town[00:41.59]Ask
it
I’m not fooled by your white power politic
White flower? Not none of it
I don’t sleep with the government
Just the kush, not the ye yo
'Cause
to survive and get out alive
Cuz the pigs tried to take my life
Now I stand up for human rights
Wether you're blue, black, brown or white
We are all still
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