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Eight Legs

so (so-so) I'm from the N-O-R-T-H where niggaz is forged to G cakes With the three eight's, sedate, niggaz that caught a gate (What?) See people make

, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye

the spider Epilogue: Spider: Well, they found my diary today. They were appropriately appalled at the discovery of the eight victims They're now putting it all together. Women wrapped in silk with one leg missing Eight legs

[Intro: Andre Nickatina] Let's make a hundred thousand Girl you shine like a medallion Legs just like a stallion And I'm stylin Seven signs of a rap

Chomping on the bits Of crickets in his mitts In the dark he's lost Oh my gosh it's lost! In black light he's great His legs, they number eight He must

your own damn size," But the Hoover was quick, termination complete in its bedroom home got a chance to eat. in the corner beside my bed Very busy spinning thread Eight legs

got my man on the side of me Mos Def-initely, and we, are (Fresh) Black Star (Fresh) G Young (Fresh) Hi-Tek (Fresh) Native Tongue (Fresh) Shawn J. (Fresh) Eighty-eight (Fresh) Ninety-eight

but a tiny navel never tied Another dead papoose for the pro-choice side It's immortal and obvious butchery Pulling the wee babes legs into the birth

Family favorite, eight years old "Girl, do what you're told!" Sara sadly repeats her dreams Dad wants company, it seems Once more, his whispered warning