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In today’s episode we discuss the most important topics such as what if Batman was black, Timmy Turner, the death of Ruthkanda and most importantly tax evasion Bow, look
Steppin' on, weapon drawn
Big clip, extra long, bow
You step to me, that mean you steppin' wrong
I come in the spot and I ride along
Uh, I take a Perc' and I get extra strong
Yeah, that's the motherfucking lesson for 'em
Look, sneaky, tiptoe
I come for drilling, I switch clothes
When I get bored, I go and switch hoes
You already know how this shit go
Uh, blue flag, buttoned-up, Crip clothes, uh
Find a spot, make it hot, get low
I had to grow and evolve
I had to know what's the job
Boy, you know you can't dodge
Bullets go way too far
Snowflake out the jar
It's gettin' me high, it's makin' me cough
Uh, I tried to go to the moon, but it took me to Mars
I'm never runnin' out of liquor
I'm in the club with a hundred thousand n****s
Stay in the front, somebody is coming out to get ya
They tried to ban me
I walk in the spot, make a stampede
I bite the Perky like a candy
I bust a nut and get a plan B
Uh, yeah
Invitation to the Grammys
Uh, all this clout come in handy
I'll go quicker
Hundreds of gallons of liquor, it's all on my liver
Yeah, I put the Perky in the mixture
She callin' my phone
I answered like, "Chill out, I'm comin' to get ya"
But I never go get her, I never go get her, grrr, bow
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented...
Published 10/11/22
Stine was born on October 8, 1943[2] in Columbus, Ohio,[3] the son of Lewis Stine, a shipping clerk, and Anne Feinstein. He grew up in Bexley, Ohio.[4][5][6] He comes from a Jewish family. Stine began writing at age nine, when he found a typewriter in his attic, subsequently beginning to type...
Published 08/02/22