Lyrics:
stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying big bruh
You a bad bitch always saying big daddy
You
beings
Protected by treaty
Feeding off human suffering
Draining the blood
Tubes through the skin
Beaten to produce adrenaline
If you listen closely you
were shot down by the National Guard troops
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes
School shot down cause there's no more to lose
Now we're
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
Some people might like to get a train to work,
Or drive in in a Beamer or a Merc.
Some guys like to travel in by bus,
But I can't be bothered with
the doors"
And they learn that on the two-day-course
This job could be done by a four year old
They just leave us freezing in the cold
What you smell is what
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my fuckin' name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin' long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
to b a manly
Got hands, Got guns, but listen understand me
A hearse, or gurnee how you wanna laid out in front of yo family
No King, I’m X, by any means
ypung nigga
So find you a place, stay on the
Low, sell that shit on the low, stay
The hell out the way, I did it
By myself, had a thing for yourself
You
right by you, right by the sea
When you hear the waves crash it's my, my laughter
When you see the tide roll in, it's you I'm after
When you
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared.
The brakes are good,
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
Mr Tinker waits
I’m greeted by his smile
Closed eyed girls await
They’re waiting all the time
I’d say I really want to
I got to get to know you
Your
getcha an ol' inner tube
and somethin' cold with ice cubes and you don't
make any plans for the rest of the day no way
‘Cause it's a, country chiller,
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your
be the best too
Got me dealing with sqrs thats chest moves
Trail and error like test tube
I rap bands in hoops like pretzels
I made bread gimme one
(spurt)
Ryan has the beaniest beans
They are the sexiest beans
The beans are huge the beans are huge
Get anally probed by a test tube (dr dowell)
Beat my
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
stars
Get punk rock makeovers
Every time I turn on the tube
My eyes and ears get full of shit
Solve you problems by yourself
And leave my TV out of it
It's been a year since last weekend when you swung by with an old friend
Carried out our future box by box
Stack of mail a tube of toothpaste
you (Not gangsta!)
All black shirt with the black out shoes
Black tube socks and a matchin' hat too
And my G-Unit jeans straight raw blue
'cause
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