Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the room
(Somebody call the doctor)
Every time you walk by
Every time you say hi
Every time you put on a smile
I can't keep my cool
Think I need
to help you get by
I'll be ya dealer
When you make it, shit gets realer
Money talks, don't be threatening murder
You ain't a killer
You ever peep me I was
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
Grew up Misunderstood
In a hood
That was no good
Suburbs are hoods
Saturated with white woods
In white hoods
With holes not ghosts
On holloween
Full
them clippers money on all heads
Not playing look me in my eyes you a see all red
And i keep them killers by my side nigga like bike pegs
Anybody had
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
look safari
And they don't play by that
Young Money Nicki Minaj
White powder in the air like
'Bron this for the guys
It was the coldest Winter ever
has a whole new meaning
I know I just met her but her spirit is a killer
Was a hot girl summer
Now it's goth girl winter
She took me by the hand, got
Hunting Jews with Borat
Call me white nigga
Call me Christ-killer or kike
Call me nigga-lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you got me figured out?
a white girl just to fuck on the lake Got a black girl just to fuck when shes naked
You don't wanna try me by myself im a tribee I ain't no killer I ain't
killer dem ina face shot a land (yow)
Uh could a run to di Babylon
Bullet faster than sound, shot a run guh greet him head
By time uh hear pow bare people
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
Uh, find me a Kendall Jenner I'll be a gentleman to her
Give me a Jourdan Dunn she never gonna finish a nigga
Hol' up
Walk by, on fire baby
It's just the family affair
Time to make the living room feel like Madison Square
And if you mad, you a square
Christmas in Cali, it's the family
to find my way
Out of them fucking apartments
Grew up with killers that spark shit,
Dirty money coming in by the larges
I showed a bitch where my heart is
And the white to make you float
Getting higher by the blow
Diamonds don't go broke
White diamonds always the goal
Show her some watch her devote
Her brain will
to the course on the muddy road
Black and white
Black and white
Black and white
In the living room
In the dead of night
Don't be scared to fight
When it's for
hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
50
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
You see me cruisin' down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first serve basis
You know Hov' be goin'
by the foot (ah)
Me and my killers link up when I'm back in the hood
Say she like Tequila, drink up, it's good (ha)
It was you in a room full of hoes
clean your room
Cost of education when internet is free
Blind candle makers who simply cannot see
Grumble grumble grift and cancel
By the hundreds fill
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on
White America
I could be one of your kids
White America
Little Eric looks
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