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and the ghosts
Lifting from him when the warming sun
Told him sleep now thank you
The ancestor who loved you
Before she knew you
By smuggling seeds into her

Camouflage well
But I won't pretend
If you're searching for fear
Jump on the carousel
They're all here
They're all here
We're all here
All here
Tea time with

I've been on

Back in the gold gold look at the showboat
Leaves is cocoa coming by the boatload
Chains promo Playcloths logo
I'm Lennox out of Belly you

"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"

On the map of North Notts

Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin' plan
And a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, cocoa

ain't be tellin who be found here
Either cookin cocoa cheese griss around here
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs,

I wonder who gon be the one to erk my nerves today 
And get snapped on
You just a couple words away don't get clapped on 
I heard it was the purge

of an already paltry meal
Reindeer themselves most elves feel to be our allies
Though there are those who fail to see
Their sight obscured by bigotry
Through

[echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp 

[Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas] 

I'm a nigga for

Who Knew

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you

(BigOne)
Swing that swing that (swing)
To the left to right
no samurai skills slidin slidin
Who is gliding?
We get around there man acting all scary
Jump up

Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice

I said once again I'm here-

at the showboat
Leaves is cocoa, comin' by the boatload
Chains, promo, Playcloths logo
I'm Lennox out of Belly
You see me walking in slow-mo
Or hopping into

alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon

tea spiked with a little cocoa
Snatch your heart halfway out your Torso baby
I feel like Malcolm in the Middle (can I)
But to be quite frank you're

waiting patiently what you say to me
Sarcasm been my only form of regret
Need to make myself a cup tea before I go to bed
Clear head
All this rapping due

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

Good Form [Remix]

Lil Wayne

Queen

2018

make that ass jump like my heartbeat
And if you let me eat the pussy, then it's shark week
"Hello, may I speak to Tunechi?" May I ask who's callin'?

basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up

guns 
We craft the sickest weapons under the sun



Floss it all bkack
Hell Of tea leaf people
Blade chat by daily
By daily I mean lethal
Test

gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all

picture me dying in
A blaze of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from

of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get