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Limp Where Is Your Limp

and I I try to find you but no one is there And where are we now when You can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now?

for peace, Is anyone scared of death here' Not in the least, I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree, Life is cheap here but wisdom is

your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know We don't give a [fuck], it's not your birthday

think about forever Maybe- nothing but these funny funny Feelings- feelings From the limp in ya walk And the slang in ya talk Just your style over all is sweet-yeah From your head to your

The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is

scapegoat pardons (note to self) don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies I can tie my new faces alone, save your

Cause he took a chance That you didn't rip, the one he didn't think a flip But if I'm shakin ya down, believe you're losing your grip Money I'm rollin

berry Slammin' Rick James 'cuz I'm in love with Mary You can't be scary if you want your scrill Pack you steel Nigga kill at will Guard your grille 'Cuz

you want it splattered Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp you like 'em battered Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your