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the holocaust - warriors on the hillside lyrics

yeah, this be the scroll we about to bring it live. we got big booger in here. we got alcatraz. yeah, we got white tiger and i’ll be the scarecrow again, bringing it to your mind like this

i’m the best walker creating business night. call me the father, give me so. hold on my makeup, my insight touch the. so i double like a loose thing on the aspect. i trust you in a p. that’s pie box made in your tomb. you rocked away, they were supposed to change your brain

big man on the moon when you call a home shot, i don’t know when, but i got you. yo, the statue in the cradle with a silver spoon, yo, big booger and a man on the moon. when you come home, sean, i don’t know. when when boss, our gas then yo and i opened up in the middle of this song, a sweet melody to make the sky weep, the microphone turned so rusty, the blood starts to leak. walk down into the creek and hang my top hat. my type of novel next to a d+mn lantern. green wonderland head to the l!ck castle 2. desert falcons me, trembling eagle, your stories people, sleeping does my pin rest over on the mountain children, collecting insects books fall off the sh+lls. it’s like all the moses down more engine, joe hold the roses apocalypse spaghetti back. you remember the white buffalo like honest, john, knuck voices, over trumpet, high plains drifting music had to pump the price symbol for edition recklessness. of course, under the scarecrow t stands for truth. they b+tch forward and boston t st

what’s your name? what’s your name? what’s your daddy? who’s your daddy? daddy ride like me. know, what’s your name? who’s your daddy? daddy, daddy. daddy a snack

with a short spoon, big albert jazz in a man on the moon. when you coming home short, i don’t know when we’ll bust our dash, then i

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no cl!ck my cigarette b+tton in the dirt then i curse the streets. the worst when the f+cking hurts dead man walking watching pass by and no fish. where you hanging clothes to dry pistons in his eyes, know, the suffering will be legendary made for the harbor paint to cover red and she’s flat yo hanging by the rib cage. watch the meat hooks drinking with the street walk, drinking with the street crocs. follow the shadow of a b+tterfly. while others die drug me out in the house and hand caught your grand snow. it’s my grand. be the w freestyle by the slingshot. from the back old. wooden room school freestyle clothes and trample like freestyle flows and give you a shock. i be the ass you

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