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In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
, wastin' my time
Spittin' these bars, yeah, I made em ran
I'm flyin' right now like a Peter Pan
You know I'm cookin', y'all know I'm the man
I'm makin' all
inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best, everything will be all right
Introspect, connect the sects and let this
me in a battle then I’ll wrap you like a blunt huh
Spit entwines the rhyme like it’s holding all the bud huh
My words spark it up, you start to grunt
, not all, but most of y'all, are prey to enslavement
Stuck in your basement due on your payment
Please check your statement if you don't make the needed
angry
Are you angry
Are you angry
Are you angry
(I'll smoke all of your weed in one sitting)
Are you angry
(I'll smoke all of your weed in one bowl)
Are
also worked
At some hotel
And she's still alive
She lives in Florida
Hi, Bubbie
And my parents
They hustled
You know
My mom studied
Chemical
the ladies in the place, to my house we go
Freakin in the den just to make you move
Cause I'm Cowboy, and I got the groove
As DJ Flash, cuts so mean
That
Ice-T an' Nitro from the, depths of 'ell, COME!
[Ice-T]
You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly s***
My s***, all paid for and I don't owe no
intention in the game
And you're all too blame
He will exterminate
And definitely terminate
Something about the rapture
And he shall destroy
Bob Venke flies
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
game
So I put a house in her name
Cause she knew the price on the dollar
And now she getting the guala
I’m on my Bob Barker
I’m on my Bob Barker
I’m
dreams if you'll be in mine
I wanna kiss Bob Dylan
Oh, what a feeling, oh
Oh, he's with me all the time
Like he knows my scars
Like he's lived my
are you down (Down down down down down down)
Ey peep my manifesto
Aint no shame in our relationship, I just want your feeling
I'ma love ya, no
blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Close
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
change, change
Bob to the left, bob to the right
We need one of those kinds of nights
So put your drinks up in the sky
And let me tell you why
We need
you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
inspired to never retire
My desires are minor
I admire the ultimate designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I
of everything
because this is the biggest damn story in human history
and it's simply this: You are not alone and you have never been alone
Bobby Ray, Bandz
P's got me jamming damn
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Jamming jamming Jamming
All these perkys in my body
I be jamming
Jamming jamming jamming
Bob Marley in
just popped out wit 2 glocks I refuse to tussle
Dissin' on my mans now his ass up in that stout
Speaking on my name better take it out y'all mouth
I be
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