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Fifty On Red Eat Your Words

there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words

there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words

riders) Yeah... the real ones The ride or die ones Come on.. [Crooked I] And I heard every single word that you say at your show But when we at the

go down for real When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel Here go some words

every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors Vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks yourself cause your

punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind Cause if it jokes, nigga know The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat

your rib cage out your back, don't call the Warcloud Red, white and blue werewolf, wit sleep technique Bop you on your head hard, wit the last baseball

give punchline, you probably thinkin' of the wrong kind 'Cause if it jokes, nigga know The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose and your

bar Take over your strip like it's Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard