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wilko

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YOU MA NIGGA AND I'M YO NIGGA
WE IS NIGGAS TIL THE END OF TIME
RHYME AFTA RHYME EVERY DAY ALL NIGHT
WE IS NIGGAS TIL THE END OF TIME

Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure any mothafuckin contender.

bai

MA PEOPLES ARE YOU WITH ME WHERE YOU AT?

IN THA FRONT IN THA BACK KILLA BEES ON ATTACK

MA PEOPLES ARE YOU WITH ME WHERE YOU AT?

SMOKIN' METH, HITTIN' CATS ON THA BLOCK WIT THA GATS

Come into these arms again
and lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
is beating like a drum
It beats for you it bleeds for you
it knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
it is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose
that ever deemed to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
and stole my flower too soon
Oh loneliness Oh hopelessness
to search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
no greater love than mine.

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain

We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss

We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and
Throw all the songs we know

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

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More Weeaboo packs (NES/Famicom Disk System, Mega Drive) in /games/ and more music in /ether/ soon, oh great and benevolent Administrator :)

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us

Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me

And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care

So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath

For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out, tonight
Because I want to see people and I want to see light
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-tonne truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side, well the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere I don't care I don't care I don't care
And in the darkened underpass I thought "Oh god my chance has come at last"
But then a strange fear gripped me, and I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere,
I don't care I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, oh no
I haven't got one

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown

A millionaire I'm a Young money millionaire tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair,
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar,
And the all mighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers: hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat em then you pop em,
You can't man em then you mop em,
You can't stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,