way And you know It's the easiest way So I go Lalalalalala I got water and I got holes, so Lalalalalala Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts I got water and I got holes, so Lalalalalala Sons and daughters
with his jo And mickey's got a wife And here's to jerry He has got his joyce And me, I'm shaking In my boots tonight For the daughters and the sons
us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I?m proud to be all that I know Q B O R O, nigga who I?d die for,
son of a G, I'm not a son of bitch I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich Daughters and my daughters in no particular order I leave 'em
money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for
As they hear me, enhancin East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters Sons and daughters transcended all borders I deal with mind expansion Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and
Snoopy I paid my dues And now it's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' I paid my dues And now it's time
glory Going home one day and tell my story I've been coming over hills and mountain Gonna drink from the Christian fountain Your know all of God's sons and daughters
slaves of all of womenkind And corpses of the men And I just don?t know And we care a little bit We get scared a little bit O? those two cold dead eyes
A holy fire burns in your mind God is perceived as a thing that's so vile End lives of pure men, and their beloved wives Sons and daughters they hold
you're immune 'Cause your acquired system is soon to be consumed Flesh eating disorder, false claims of water I rip through the lies so I can bare sons and daughters, and
shed for me and that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. O Lamb of God, I come.
Ladies and gentlemen The Violent Femmes Come witness the beauty of their degradation Fathers bring your sons, mothers bring your daughters To this most
case his face show He told ?em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos Say, ho, if you never worked a J-O And
for now the light still shines Off the same album, this is Triskaidekaphobia That's fear of thirteen my sons and daughters, as in thirteen o'clock You
the fine rhymes with mental +War Games+ like Matthew Broderick Revive shit, or live shit defy the carcass My war sons and born sons revolve around darkness
on Fairmount Hill It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair When Boston sons and daughters and friends assemble there The young, the old, the brave, and
Niggaz know me homie the O.G. West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D
