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Snow Bad Men

Bad men got no law Bad men got no stop Bad men go nah no sittin' With reporter ? ? ? Bad men gonna sting Bad men gonna see it all You never see bad

whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take bricks So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow

Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow

The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil

her hair white as snow and her pale blue eyes Sayin' "I gotta go, I gotta go The bomb and the bread basket are ready to blow" In this town of men with

long way to go When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come We've got a long way to go It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer That all men

again', Damn ya'll n-ggas need heart, I'm the wizard you tin man, It take 10 men to get the heart of this one man, Cuz no ten men would go as hard as

me I spent one lonely winter in an old line shack With beans in my belly rain on my back A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow With cattle to attend

by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies the