or my bite You heard about me and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light You must of thought I got nicer talking about Heiser I'm an old dogg and old
't know Call me S I R T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives
Toby Jeg We're not gonna let sun light have effect on our fun It smells like bleach, adult diapers and mold And everyone around me's over 60 years old
of God... ...come back fat as a rat all the way down the east coast come back fat as a rat (rat rat rat) if-if-if ya need me baby if ya need me baby if
'm just a sun child rollin in a dustin ship It's like that y'all [Kid Crumbs] Thought's a Black miss you wanna catch the Crumbs When I hums a fat song
dick jigga gave u his old bentlys now your on some shit and i dont know where they found you sun but since your pops aint around ima punish u and ground u sun
live on beans eight days and nine But I get 'em fat come pickin' time Get 'em fat come come pickin' time The corn is yellow and the beans are high The sun
I'ma murderer Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them If I was the old me I would murder them Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would
twinkys hit the curve And if you need two more inches call them 'twity birds' And it ant nothin like lettin' a junky clean and wash your car Break them off a fat
never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus eyes They were red and dazed like fat
want to hug me it's a worry, If I forgot your name I'm sorry, you're probably pretty ugly, I'm scared of getting old, so when it comes D-Day, I'm a thank
As old Joe sat a dyin' The baby down the hall was cryin' Somebody had a party goin' on The fat boy you told tales to Moved away the other day To think
Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo
jesse jackson sit in tompkins square relaxin' reach a stalemate start another game sarah jessica, tawana, and the indian jane fonda eating mr. softies in the shade a big fat
I'll take this awkward stance And I'll take this sexless dance I'll take this deep despair Of a thirty year old square to the rocking chair Am I skinny? A shade too fat
moved so far away She has sent them packin' and runnin' scared How much more does she think we will take? Maybe some day when I'm old and fat and bored
him ten times or more The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge Where it opens to let the boats through But the natives all laugh at grandpas old
the sun, Tramp You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say You're still a tramp, what? That's right You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket