Vomit your lies, like the thief at His side, It's not fair, you see, how scribes and Pharisees. In a hidden space, The unmistakable shape, An hourglass. Singing praises to the darkness and cursing out the light. With a redneck ring around a blue collar.
I would stay in the hallway, waitin'. Ya gotta Row, ya gotta Wade, ya gotta give til it bleeds. When I was single, Lord I dressed so fine. There ain't no room for you. But she's got those long legs. I stay strapped like car seats. Set me up and watch me unwind. Ole Chief Paduke, he's a native son. I aint never snitched on you daddy. The Southern Surreal. To see the lamps dim when they threw the switch. Bubblin' to the brim of my brain.
Apart from the nonsensical Lewis Carroll reference, here is a story loosely based on that time one autumn day as a kid when my pals and I packed around with some strange homeless guy on a bike. Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan some guys run and some guys stay. You can always hop a ride. Never snitch skinny lyrics. This story comes from my friend Layne Hendrickson, a Marshall County, Kentucky blacksmith and local historian. When you spread the other cheek. When I die, when I die. It's about time we have a father to son nigga sit down.
She'll poke ya with a stick while yer swingin' in the breeze. Past her prime and put out to pasture, The 'pony to bet on' grows old. My baby's gettin' married while I lay dead and buried. Down under where the sun don't shine. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. In the process, I admit, I tricked a little (yeah). Where the grim scythe mows. 1937 must be Judgement Day. Don't believe the lies, Wake up and rise! Where Have You Been Lyrics by Beanie Sigel. O come all ye hunters who follow the gun, Beware of your wasteful ways!
And when I find em your life is to and end. Chorus: Notorious B. G. Just me and my bitch (variations repeat to next verse). This is what's running through the mind of every one of those greasy, jive-ass turkeys pimpin it out on the streets. I never snitch on you daddy. One phone call will have his body broke in parts and. Brighter still on Earth below. Remember me, I wanna talk to you scrap. It'll drop when you least expect it. Yo, don't don't play with my dick. One day, she put nine one one on the page. 'Cause the bland leads the bland. Now that I'm married, I go ragged all the time.
Foreigns zoomin', vanish. Why can't you get it through your head? That's ten years I told Buck in '05.
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