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oversturred by Jesus in Paul mcbon ruthford

we overheard, Some mustve oversturred, But the tows got it wak but its hard just to get the steering control to get themback on track, They should known this, Yert they to actve elastic spazticks,
They not even an 8th of the size of our matress,
I hope the did up they hair were like split in 2 of a square,
We can see you over there,,,, How can you protect your deary aire You are surrounded by the light of a flare
You may be a may queen but your may pole is not as wide as our may beam,
You maybe stretched like a bungee, If you had iq this would not be happning,
There Wouldn't be when its done we'll be laughing,,,,
My fam im a have to protect and my fam r around the planet
And we observed and perverse whom want to smell it
What we got we we allways on reserve on here reserve
Because we preserve, and dam i dont have to tell it,
Attributed talent if it's trouble we want we wait for and then we just grab it,,,,
You maybe stretched like a bungee If you had iq this would not be happning, There Wouldn't be when its done we'll be laughing,,,,
You flame it fan'd dam'd it you took our graces from granted,
You named it planned it , i take it you fake sht,
Now it's about as flat as some slammed sht,,,,

Nape by Jesus in Paul mcbon ruthford

In the day we, basically
Owe in it ownin it rule in it,
All in because got you wit it,
It, be, gravey
We bows to the bowls reign true wit it,
All in because we came through wit it,
Maybe just Maybe,
As we hold to the flows relieve you wit it,
The oh in the oh remix you wit it,
We rabid, not lazy,
We chode noggin rose temp you wit it,
We touge pon you clothes well aint you wit it,
We all that, nape grab,
Cheek bite dam rite,
All of that freaky stuff all night,
All of that freaky stuff it allright,
Onde moan,all alone,
Dont put your mind on the audience We onde hone,
Scream loud as you want in the microphone,
Put all your expressions in your vocaltones,
All up in the serve we spike it home,

Mutual respects by Jesus in paul mcbon ruthford

Im not trying to be hard
Thats not a lie,
Its just when i react i punch hard
Right in the eye
My defense surmised right for suprise
Trippin a trapp although:
Making the spiritual grow
Eventhough the propetuate
Those making those themselves making there spiritual go,
It sadness when the attack the react is so quick
Leave the act of suppress in a sitch where the pinch is fast
They could not addapt,
It s where the pitted they go
Is where they think they long and strong ,
But this area they should have thought long,
Its the hurting themselves is the what that makes them look dumb and wrong,,,,
I hope they can be brought back from the shtty ass side of this beautiful love song,,,,
Mutual respects,,,,

Chronic by Jesus in Paul mcbon ruthford

Hey wasup i guess im kinda funny to the dummy doin things for fundy thinking i dont have a dollar of the mundy ,
I got enough feddy to ask freddy to tonightmare upa whole country
Totally bully kablowy holey knowy federal,
To where the pain like a injury so bad there close relative s might start collecting medical,,,
The kind of a stuff in a movie pencil john wicks testicle s,
What a pencil knows,,,,
Whatever i'd rather be in a fast car movie moving to the irrealavant doing from the maybe to the present tence while freeing the souls but for now know how the story goes,,,,
Trying to make it all good til than til the til than i will let you know ,,,,
Trying not to let the vector blows,,,,
In and out of measured holes,,,,
Chronic better than a force beeps
No need for me to force creeps,,,,
Dont let your eyes blinking in and out of sleeps,
Winking for your tired peeps,
But would that leave me incomplete
To the question of should eye incompete,,,,
O should your shuteye should i,,,,
Might i suggest not to let a shuteye contrort to be a mudpie,,,,

Like minded by Jesus in Paul mcbon ruthford

Im apearant, Bigger than a parent,
Im short in stature, But my status can reck and break apearance,
Im smoothe like flow but i move like heavy weight,
Fast as the best, Im modest yet come honest enough to step in to break a fate ,
Come complete , When i cold compete,
Full steam as a team , Than can barely be seen if there movements in the street,
Like a full petal , As if a come harder that you'd read in Batman Metal, How else can one bring freedom,,,, Without the bass to great em,
There many levels im sure, Like a coup to tour, That lays many facist bastards, Like fertilizer to make greener pastures,,,,
Peace to del & The ol' team shell,,,, Odes to flows the built all flows we know well,,,,
So dont fugg my mans del,,,, im confident there'll be a train custom made of pain to send the asses on there very special version to their custom hell,,,,