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up a pad I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on your fitted
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to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
marsh and entered the frozen cave a secret path was cut into the rock a labyrinth a twisted maze an unknown misty haze Open Your heart then your mind
mommies Madame cliche generation Agnostic front It ate the nifty fate, the 1958 before the New-New Testament approved altar-boy fistic rape And "take me to your
[Verse 1:] I Had A Problem And I Went The Wrong Way I Came To The Altar And I Asked You To Pray Instead You Talked About Me Said I Wouldn't Be Blessed
I'm a get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor
spitting bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat Where
bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor
leech To each his own let's catch a view from the throne Wherever you hang your heart is your home Earth or heaven, set your affections on eternal Give
when he comes Romans 10 to 9 Says believe it with your mind, and Confess it with your mouth, and You will be divine, and I'm still kickin' on the altar
