hey mr white, your master race stinks hey mr right, mr "think he got the answer" in anyplaces, in anycases and situations why don't you shut up for a
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n-ggas sunni They burn on every block, Snitches aint got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr
burn on every block, Snitches aint got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
from the cellular Well I'm the nasal on the scene and fuck it I hate cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me Concerning that mississippi, stop that fuckin burning
every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint buying ur shit no more i swear, need the stickey icky green with the bright white glare. "keep
damn thing Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin And if they didn't know me right now Then they'll never ever ever ever know me (Mr.Cee) So
a human chain While the orphanages overflow The children playing in the acid rain Change the channel, God's right hand man Says send him money or I'll burn
diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin' changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad
, so don't even try and speak On how blacks should turn the other cheek To hell with all y'all devils Ain't no love losses for no white crosses So what
smell terrible fucking a sea hag is something I can never do no matter what she working with or she be bringing cheddar to Snow White's a ho she burned
Cause, I don't owe you nothin' and I don't want nothin' from you Mr. Preacher, man he act so good Umm, says he don't but I know he would Stick his head
that, mash away in a diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr
burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr
I start stripping Young ladies and the titles that hold 'em I treat 'em like a pretzel: bend, stretch, and fold 'em And I can do the same damage on stage Black, white
limited edition We are now accepting callers For these pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning
