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House Of Fools Pour Me Out

light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win

light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win

on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside Motherfucka Hook Ludacris Well pour out the

this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside Motherfucka Hook [Ludacris] Well pour out the

ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man

all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothafuckin' doggs out Nate

your neck And your throat's hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna

s plan, Amen [Chorus] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah

I'm rollin' in a seven-deuce glass house The Mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out