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iv. na na hoo
02:20
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ii. water lemon man
01:14
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v. fan fiction
02:24
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my back is killing me
my back is killing me ow
they call me luke the drifter
i am a man of god
i gobble asprin up
and then i chase 'em with beer
i give the girls a pinch
and then i disappear
what's my excuse?
i'm just a saxophonist
in a travelin' band
they call me chicken boy
because i kill with my hands
i go to the can before i play and i get lit
it hurts for me to stand and it hurts for me to sit
oh lord i wish they'd put me in the ground
my back is killing me
my back is killing me ow
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seven beers with the wrong woman
we sat at a table for two
when all of a sudden she whispered
oh boy i could sure go for you
my heart beat a little bit faster
as i held her sweet little hand
i swelled up in pride but oh how she lied
when i was a a foolish young man
seven beers with the wrong woman
she asked me to get up and dance
around and around we circled
til i missed the money from my pants
i asked her if she had seen it
she smiled up at me and said "no"
from this day to me 'tis a great mystery
for i wonder just where it did go
seven beers with the wrong woman
it leaves me only regret
i guess she was only a foolin'
when she called me her sweet loving pet
now i wish the lord had made adam
and never made anyone else
for there's one thing i know, the next place i go
i'll buy fourteen beers for myself
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viii. tribal dopes
02:39
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my rhymes aren't topical, they're more philosophical
i mash up the hits that shit is logical
i'm gonna cause train wrecks
c minor complex
colorado michigan i'll never touch my wife again
well i come in on a ferris wheel and boys i sure was slick
lay a few tricks on em, verbalize like a ton of bricks
i'm high up in the atmosphere and i ain't comin' down
they lied when they said that up in outer space you can't hear sound
got a hot rod ford and a two dollar bill and i know a spot just over the hill
there's soda pop and the dancin's free so if you wanna have fun come along with me
smokin' lucky strikes like a mad man
your beats and your lyrics make me sad man
bacon burger dogs yo i had 'em
i couldn't pick your girl out from adam
your shit is edison my shit is tesla
watch your step 'cause i'm the wrestler
i never ride a vespa and my daddy looks like uncle fester
driving to the store in my toyota corolla
i don't owe sho enuf shuf mcgruf one iota
well i'm turned on and i'm plugged in
i an't never read the bible so it ain't no sin
we gonna rock the r-o-c-k and roll
i'm straight as f*** but my boyfriend's gay as hell
lennie tristano on the piano order me some chiles rellenos
hannah montana in a savannah wearing a bandana it's americana
tribal dopes be coping with mopes soap on a rope i am a pope
dashing hopes i'm eating cantaloupes seal envelopes crash telescopes
now brothers are riding me like a pony
i'm no phony i'm the only real micaroni
i don't play i work hard for my money
5-6-7-8 the week shit ain't funny
c'est bon
hey ho
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xiii. i have the wine
02:40
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i wanna get too pumped up to drive
i wanna get too pumped up to cry
i wanna get too pumped up to die
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chris frahm drop more bass than chris brown drop a**
and chris brown drop head like billy big mouth bass
quinn the eskimo out for a pass
tiny montgomery smoking gas
i strike like a viper then i change a diaper
i don't give a s*** about american sniper
comin' at you now like a windshield wiper
she never called me back 'cause my dog was hyper
it's a lame excuse but what's the use
when i run from the cops my sweat is profuse
so i duck and i dodge and i hide behind a tree
and i pilfer my rhymes from eazy e
my lyric is so sick it's like it's got the flu
it's like mildew, french perfume
your rhymes are late, they got a curfew
i share a room with my grandpa but he comes home later than i do
don't wake daddy, don't break the ice
we can drive it home with one head lice
and my mama be tellin' me that i be gettin' a little ripe
because i don't wash my hair i brush my teeth with a pipe
your lyrics my friend are uncontroversial
you rip all your rhymes from a bud lite lime commercial
please turn down the decibels your lyrics aren't seminal
(i knew a black guy once his mother called him reginauld)
have you ever even been to a sukey jump
with captain midnight and forest gump?
driving to the store in my toyota corolla
one day i'll have a label and make deals with the ayatollah
gotta leave in an hour
time to hop in the shower
try to run from the brethren
got a date with the reverend
george spencer shorter jr. on the microphone
and his cousin wayne they don't phone it in from home
we got the juju we got the deluge
we got the lipstick and we got the rouge
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x. black moriah
02:15
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it ain't no joke said she
livig' like you think you in misery
to get from point a to b
must be some kind of mystery
and she said boy you live in a dream
me and shuf we hit the bluffs
but sure enough they was too steep for us
so me and shuf hit up the cornerstore
that's where we gaslit the governor
and then he said boys you live in a dream
the ace of spades caved in on himself
candy bread said it was somethin' else
now big time he's suckin' on a keg
he's telling me he's just a regular greg
but i know boy you live in a dream
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everything
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xiv. run run run
04:55
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xv. fr kikr sans kikr
00:26
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xvi. candy's boy cr
00:44
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well in the olden days when the mongolian gangs rode hard up on route 9
we'd go ridin in the rain baby headed south way down through the pines...
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catch it, ya gotta catch it
motherf***ers know it's wild
yo, chillin' in the cut on the way to the 'ville
i the got the skill
you know it's ill
it's the real deal
and i'm gonna bust it out all the time
with my rhymes
yo, it's like that slime
ghostbusters style
motherf***ers know
i see that smile
'cause
we keep it goin' all night if we can
i'm the man dan
and i'm 'bout to hit these cans
make a beat
whatever i can find
it's pretty neat
i'm not from the street
yo, i'm more walkin' in the tall grass or the weeds
yo, i smoke
that s*** is grown from the seeds in california
motherf***ers know i been reborn-ya
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xix. guitar romance
04:36
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