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instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
On your fathers, Abraham and Isaac, before you
Indeed, your Lord is all-knowing, all-wise
Indeed, in Joseph and his brothers there are proofs, evidences,
the lamest of lameness will thrive!"
Take it or leave it, you won't be alive,
If you are overtly creative!
Fairies and faggots and queers are
'creative'
All
you're in the dark
I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart
I feel so out of sea
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel
screeching to a halt
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
dese niggas dare push me
Than Imma send gutta to get in their tushies
That’s how it is and my shit is laid out
All by myself shii dis how it played
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
whacked
(yeah) fuck from the front and the back
Lil' shawty say my dick is weed and crack
(yeah) both of my cars are all maxed
I shop in Milan and fuck up
Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck
nation tell it
Till ev'ry man has heard.
by Bob Fitts
© 1990 Scripture in Song (Admin. by Integrity's Hosanna! Music)
You might as well speak Greek
You're gonna have to learn
Or the meeting will adjourn
Unless, my friend, you learn that variety speak
Bob a doo
where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing
woah oh oh oh
I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray
Dicking her down for the few past days
She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer
You are forever
Stuck with me
Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl
You forever
Stuck with me
See everyday I asked a new question
To get right through all life
(nah) I got you in my top five
Worst rappers of all time (ha, ha)
I lost my spot, y'all got Alzheim' (uh)
King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine
(nah) I got you in my top five
Worst rappers of all time (ha, ha)
I lost my spot, y'all got Alzheim' (uh)
King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
was all a bad dream
Are you coming along? Well, you'd better bring your bible
'Cause we're headed to the tent where they're holding the revival
Heard
you can keep ignoring
Side
He's my best friend!
By side
Second best!
By side
Never a bother
Seven times a godfather
Year after year
Then Sally said, "But if you listen, Bob, I'm sure you'll agree,
Sometimes there's sense in madness and none in sanity!"
This is Party Time! Try
is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer
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