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A dope gangsta is when you can slang dime sacks
Everyday of the week
While his honey-dip struts her stuff
Making sure she's at her absolute peak
If I ever get caught
I'll spend some more time at the central booking house
Hopefully, my homey will stick to his alibi
That's if he's able to, use all of his nous

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

My britch loves to slip my Charles Dickens
Into her wet and shaved vertical smile
It's always a different position every night
And she always creates, a smile on my dial
She don't ever scream, when I slide it into her chocolate starfish
She’ll take one for the team, ya know what I mean?
You just wish ya momma was just like mine
Who never minds ya licking her dish, ever so clean

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

Back home where every man is a potential enemy
Every woman a potential hoe
There is not one hip-hop star today
Who has original street cred, you know
They're not street, they're just five star suite
Sleeping with girls who think they’ve got hot figures
At least I've walked the walk and everybody knows
I ride for my pot smoking, motley crew of niggas

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

Barnyard pimp, just raised a city born, sort of a chick    
Even gave her the surburban name of Sandra Dee Fonda  
A pretty slow blonde critter, some even say, short of a tick        
Bred way-down and far-away, ‘bout 70 miles yonder              
Y’all be knowing dat Hick-Hop thang, is what it‘s all about              
While hootin’ and scootin’, never let ya kissin’ cousin, flake out  
Hee Haw, says it all, when we were a pickin’ and a grinnin’  
Asking Goober, What are ya doin’ and what’s dat ya diggin’?    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon              
Cowards never really stay around here long enough               
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli        
           
I’ve been invited to the Marty Party, along with Brother Brown  
But, I thought killing a man, was my one and only, speciality  
Even drafted a business proposition, for this exact locality  
Since I’ve had the market cornered, in da middle of downtown  
From Cornfield, Alabama to Deadwood, South Dakota              
There’s no import or export taxes, so no maxi amount of quota  
So, me, you and even that Clay Ellison, will be riding a winner  
Even after killin’ that Chunk Kolbert, straight after his dinner    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli          
             
They’ll be gettin’ da same amount of ice, as Knoxville              
But the rich will be a gettin’ it, in da summertime              
While the poor will be a gettin’ it, in da wintertime              
If I owned Texas & Hell, I’d rent out Texas & live in Hell              
So, don’t ever think about, hittin’ ya mother with a shovel              
It’ll leave a dull impression on her already fragile mind              
I’m not afraid to die, as a brave man fighting shall              
But I wouldn’t wanna be killed, like a dog unarmed, so please be kind              
             
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli              
             
I see a good many enemies around me, who will walk              
But notice mighty few friends, that are willing to talk              
They would then, drink right smart              
They could then, scrap right smart              
But, I didn’t come here to talk, I just came here to hang              
Just a peekin’ through, the hour glass thang    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli.

Channelling Nostradamus from the sixteenth century  
Did you see what you just wrote  
Or did you just dream what we see?  
When your prophecies come true  
I'll say, You only had one view  
So good luck to you and your future note  
One shan't believe from an invisible visionary  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
The Nigga’s bitch always seems to wear lingerie  
That always looks, just a little vulgar  
But never ever, do they slavishly try  
To imitate their true identity or culture  
Not like those Kardashian dogs, that dress up  
Always trying to stylise society, for a very large fee  
Speaking of canines, where's that poodle named Paris  
She had some real talent, didn't she?  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
I wish upon a porn star of mine  
Whilst screaming up to ones heaven  
Most pussycats lives, end in about nine  
But my time was all over, in about seven  
Maybe I really could, make it all alone  
On this place god calls, my extraordinary rendition?  
Or shall I live this false life, as some sort of robotic clone  
Not truly knowing oneself, therefore, failing my own audition?  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
Well, just get back on that bronco horse, named Toff  
Dust off that hat, once worn by certain gent  
For they will forever try and attempt to buck you off  
You the rider, of this very serious event  
So, forget about the fame and good times  
and the overhyped lives of most Hollywood stars  
Live within your means and save your silver dimes  
In your half empty or half full, glass money jars  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
My dreams start to become truth by far.

Another night, another fight
I'm in my room, I'm full of fright
So much stress, so much pain
I wish it all would go away

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
Kick and scratch, claw and bite
Why did you cheat, why did you lie?
You make me sick, you make me cry

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
He throws a left, he throws a right
A broken nose, a bruise and scar
Is this the night that it goes too far?

This shit's been going on for far too long
It's time for you to pay for what you've done!

Another night, another fight
This is it, it ends tonight
You've gotten on my very last nerve
You're gunna get, what you deserve

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!
We're not taking your shit no more
Tonight you're gunna wind up on the floor!

 
It’s not alright, it’s not OK
as a dog doggin me you’ve had your day
how many unsubtle ways can I say
I really want you to just go away

when it’s over you don’t have to agree
open up your ears and listen to me
I can’t be what you want me to be
Hell, baby this is purgatory...

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
I ain’t telling you again.

How many times do you need to be told
that the pair of us are stone, stone cold
you made me so fucking old
I’ll be your firing squad, here’s your blindfold

one shot and the deal is done
against the barrel of a smoking gun
beneath the fire of the red hot sun
I guess this is what they call having fun

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
“I ain’t telling you again!”

[whistle]

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
“I ain’t telling you again!”

Jammin’ along to riffs by, Sister Tharpe and Robert Johnson,            
You could only tell the difference, if a spotlight shone upon each one.      
For one was going to heaven, the other, all the way to hell.                  
But, while they picked at their guitars the mobs would still yell.                 
They’d do a solo on a lead guitar, unheard of in those days;                  
Then be totally racistised once stepping out on the pavement.                  
No mention in the papers, because of the editor’s clan, da-far-right KKKs.        
But, outrage and riots ensued, callin’ da end to all dat black enslavement.                 
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.                  
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                 
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                 
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.                 
                 
Been scooting across mid town and even to easy beat street.                  
Tripping lights out and seen both colored folks, along the way.              
Gettin’ some to enter my mobile studio, I call ‘Da Jam in da Van’!        
Because, it’s not for just any ole cotton pickin’ southern bred fan.          
So, come inside, switch it on, then blow me off my feet.          
I’ll sign you on the spot, if you purr like a cool cat or a certain sort of stray.              
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.              
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                  
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.              
                 
The here and now, is where the blues are fully infused.                 
Not from era’s gone past or from some distant future.                  
You can’t find it in a library, you can’t teach her;                 
You won’t see it in a theory, you won’t solve her;                  
You shan’t catch it in a harness, you shan’t trap her.                  
Once gotten, never forgotten, you’ll never ever, lose her.                  
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.                  
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                  
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                 
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.