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children on airplanes - bill hicks lyrics

drag-on
miscellaneous
we all can get it on
(whisper)strike the match

flame-on motherf-ckers

my gun, i aim lower
my words is a flame thrower
watch me end yall with somthing
that’ll make your skin crawl
i’m only 8 tall, ok yall? but i lay down law
and i lay down yall, so y’all better praise(a) the lord
no room to breath. knowin shh
and the sh-t i spit be red and orange
and yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats
cuz i’m fire but, when i wet yall your gonna be drenched
laid up with ten, cause when i pull it out
i pull in shouts like blow!
d-mn that sh-t was loud! see the crowd?
they all seek cover when they see that black rubber
because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers
it was one alone
covered with sh-llack ready to die black
lets talk about guns, and how y’all don’t bust none
thease n-ggas here, y’all doing lest busting lot of ducking
maybe a lot of f-cking, cause all y’all bust is nuts
just give me room, n0body move, or yall gonna hear the boom

if yall can get it on, then we can get it on
we all can get it on… (x3)
flame-on m-th-rf-ckers(x2)

ya n-ggas packing gats and stones
fronting on your man clones
ya n-ggas missed the ride, cause this n-gga make ya moan
cause when i pull out its like aids, i make sure its full blown
and before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks
let him think theres peace
and give him somthing to remember
corpse stiff, hands cold, and body missing till december
sneakers off
close casket, blew his cheek off
by the way be careful who you speak of
cuz i by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that
while yall in all black
when i leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap
motherf-ckers…
soon as yall think your beef is sweet
i’m gonna lay in the streets
and let y’all n-ggas throw quarters on me
can you spare change for your life?
change for what? thats when i pop up
with somthing long, and put somthing in his -ss like a thong
i dont know what you thought
i’m gonna do you like i do a newport
and step on kid, smoking him down till his head gone

hook

i’m straigh housing sh-t
yeah, ya n-ggas is ballers
but i’m the n-gga bouncin’ it
if ruff ryders is announcing it
ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it
i dont care if you sellin it, this is music
how we sound with it?
dont forget, we bust rhymes for it
skip town for it, get under the ground for it
so n-gga, dont ignore it
unless your -ss is deaf
this is gonna be your last breath
your last s. and s. check
with your hands crossed over your chest
i dont give a f-ck
what ever i gotta take care, i get it done
if its money, i owe n0body
except a few hot ones
and if your 18 and under, this here’s your last test
and i’m gonna teach you in the cl-ss
with the past tense, lil b-st-rds
c is for cl-ss or for casket. so get your books up
and if your doe is low, that c better mean for cook up
dont tell me that you shook up
you konw i keep my stacks crossed
so that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up
but you know what? then you woke up
some body smoked you smoke up
you know what that mean
you broke, and you ’bout to get broke up

hook (out)

- bill hicks lyrics

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