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Trash Talk All The Kings Men

The weight of the world's pinning you down. There's no escape. Take your frustration to the underground. Hunt for the kill. Fuck for the thrill. Negate

pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's County Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit Taking out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid Many men

rhyme book? Look give it back, you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball

man and beast We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight Stop talking all that trash

the barbwire, spread the word light the bon fire , then call the girls king in the can, and the Marlboro man jack and gin were a few good men we learned

lady Ain't life great? Give me one good reason not to do it This is a place where time reverses Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses Instruments shine

rhyme book? Look give it back you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball

anatomy It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here With thirteen king size chocolate antennas And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk About

made to crash From the thought, she was sinkin', baby, put it in trash (She was a run away life...) [12 O'Clock] Listen to the smooth pimp talkin' Load