Translation: Lamb, Brent. The Booger Song.
Lamb Seated on the throne Crown You now with many crown You reign victorious High and lifted up Jesus Son of God The Darling of Heaven crucified Worthy is the Lamb
: Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered
And bring that lamb back to school And Mary don't you be no fool You see the lamb daily thru When you go, oh, home today You and your lamb can play You
thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb
black Nike's 3 red bone b-tches and they all dykes said her girl on the way, she a yellow bone said she wanna hear me on the black and yellow song told
Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see Way up in the sky little lamb Do you see what I see A star, a star Dancing in the night With
of town zone 6 is my stomping ground but I guess you know that by now but everywhere you go you hear me thats why your upset right now bought a Phantom and a Lamb
it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb
mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then
? And you're going on your fifteenth bender But you've only got a matter of time Yes, we've all got seeds to sow Not everyone's got lambs to slaughter
Intro Lord, I dedicate this song to you Thank you for the oppourtunity to share my gift of song with the world You created me and this ability I possess
boarder Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter Diamonds around the boarder, a platin' 'em ice pick We in them Lambs
Filled with people who are shopping For their lovers and their friends Saying they won't ever be lonely again Well, the forest fenced becomes backyards Like songs
up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song Sing this song, sing this song It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
your rhymes sound like they was written for clear channel we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows now every city knows sames songs its just
was on his way To express his many views What record comes next do you haev a clue The brain waves steady on impulse power A song it never took an hour
if you could take her Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later" Damn, what went wrong? Can't we all just get along and make hit songs
