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His saintly robes removed
Pushed face down upon the floor
Legs kicked apart, hare-ass in the air
A fistful of hair yanks his head back
He
crib and yank it back from you
What's the problem? I was brought into this world
And I only like my mens and like girls who like girls
One Dollar to my
where no-one goes
So jump and shout yank it about
The feeling gets so strong the way you grab at me that way
The texture of the fabric rubs me raw with
at tanks, swing like the Yanks
Metaphorical historical Telex raiser
Wearin a glow in the dark blazer
Megaphotek, at coat check
[- unknown -]
Survival
as your yearbook quote
Abolish class rank, pour sugar in its gas tank
Weighted grades really yank my ass crank
And stop up my leak hole
English and autoshop
a prisoner of war now counting bricks
I'm proud to be
[x3] An American one two three four
[x2] yanks & confederates fed up with this marched
You want to be an MC?
Get what you ask for
Yo, these homo Mcs speed is slo-mo
Yank and lick shots
And still be bobo
On the d-low pack the verbal
Don't get mad at nothin'
(Anything) that passes by
Don't yank from the sky
You make up too many voices
Too many scenario's imaginari-OH!
From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon Jesus
Crank Skank Fat and Rank
Smells like and old Fish Tank
Clustered Zits Explode with Cheez
Yank Whore Down on Scabby Knees
Boils Grow Blow for a Blow
knowing applesauce from sin
And uncles trotted one two three
Calling Kyle
His pop was met at the Ballpark Franks
He used to root the radio for Yanks
Scrotum nailed to the block,
Testicles obliterated by ballpeen hammer.
Labia stitched shut, blood runs from suture.
Clitoris removed with the yank
What they trying to prove? Creeping up behind. They’re getting to my mind. They’re coming in their tanks. Or is it the Yanks? Russian Bear or Uncle Sam?
real, ich Touchdown mit der Squad
LA Yanks und zieh' das Cash am ATM
Brands, die hier bis jetzt noch keiner kennt
Seit mei'm Glow-up sucht die Bitch
cake i’ll come yank your braids
they can’t fuck with us
im on my way up to the top
and ian giving up
dont say my name if you get caught you better not
to the madness
I should smash his skull and yank the secret word right out of his sub standard mediocre brain
Darkness grips the weapon
Madness drops the hammer
and
Plus he always carrying
I'm lit up like the circus but you
Play it ain't noe fair in him
Always at the ATM
I ball hard just yank the rim
They say
bad bitch
Do meu quarto nunca sai
E eu sempre faço esse dinheiro
Também faço essa vibe (2X)
Se tô no Studio mina pare de ligar
Empilhando com Yank
the white caps
Need a night cap, son, get me to sleep
Crushin' powder on the counter, roll a bill up, repeat
Yeah, still I come back when she yank at my
me to change?
I'll fill your heart with love
Then I'll yank it right from your chest
Hold the mess
Watch it while you gasp and take your final
Them tats on your body
Young niggas yank triggers
Bust MACs through your body
I mack on these hotties
Put him on the team, give
Me money, give me pussy
When you talk that shit you spazz
Fuckhing a Jesus freak
Yank on her cross n bleed
I'll eat your lining up
I'm from the sewer guts
I'm drenched in perma
and flees
Her neurons she sprees on ‘lusions like these
clien abductees - such terrors she drees
Skank yank appointees of acronymese
Hey kitty, hey fleas,
In a few months they'll need to cut deeper into my cheek
Scrape out the cyst yank out the tooth and there's another cyst on my right side
that needs
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