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: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
the strength to carry on. You put marks into your body; You talk at length how you?re alone, And bitch at all the famous parties; Such a vision of pure
profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then
Love, love Love's the thing Love, love, love, love Sweet love, love Wonderful love Ah, true love, love Love for your brother Love, for God Pure love Love can conquer hate
fruit, condemning herself forever.] For days starving she has been she'll succumb to the traitorous hunger Then forever she'll be mine, mine and none other
comfort But a great dark blanket Steps between my light and me Mother, I feel you, but I can't see you I've learned to hate this place, and slowly in
and wicked But I wonder Can I go If there's a heaven But on earth it's Survival Connected with angels But to demons I'm vital Approaching with hate Oh
righteous and wicked But I wonder Can I go If there's a heaven But on earth it's Survival Connected with angels But to demons I'm vital Approaching with hate
all it is. We need love Love, love, sweet love Wonderful love Oh, true love, love Love for your brother and love, Love for God Love pure love Oh, true love can cover hate
each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other
even Bush Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure ain't us We're just killin' ourselves while others laugh Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath We gotta realize dope is pure
is dreaming, and the lamplight over him Streaming throws his shadow to the floor I love she Who hates me more, I love she who hates me more And my soul
strength to carry on. You put marks into your body; You talk at length how you?re alone, And bitch at all the famous parties; Such a vision of pure
in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team But sometimes the other
part Is there a guarantee To where we'll be As time pass on One of us passive progressive The other mad calm Combine a hundred rhymes Swollen Members Black Magic Tour bus, a pure
Fuck, kill, and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss
and wicked but I wonder, can I go If there's a heaven but on earth it's survival Connected with angels but to demons, I'm vital Approaching with hate
