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King Blues The Punk And Poetry

pass out you're there to revive. But when I die, cremate me. Turn my ashes into diamonds And turn those shining diamonds into a crystal ball. Make it the centerpiece, glimmering and

bound like dynamite, The wandering drunks out on the town tonight, For the romantic killer that?s never been caught, For the crackpot who hit the jackpot and

and no angry preacher No cartoons and no diagram (Sex sex sex sex sex) Just fifteen girls and one lucky man Waterloo with the moans and the groans And

watch their steps And when they?re on the floor They draw her on their etch a sketch She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo Participate

Well he?s looking, he?s looking, he?s looking down, Hoping you?ll clean up this dirty old town. Finish his battle, before it turns rotten, Your granddad

on, let's dance now Bust it Goin' out on the rhythm and blues tip With my man Rashad and Bronick We got Bob in the house, yeah And I'mma bust it off

In that navy blue 760 And I'm headed towards the hundreds, the king of the city Going to get this money (with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA) Crossing them

to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about

to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about