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Black on good Touches his manhood Like a mother should Thinks it should be in a museum For God and good Joey, dreamlike Always plays it cool Keeps a gun tucked Fourteen carat Sideways dude Mississippi, likes the rap Urban cowboy Got a holster with a flap Just call me Missi With an I The first to die Deals going down Going down good Expansion is the mood Big time round the bend Not now but when Time to ascend Hit the new den Death was quick for Missi With an I No fast draw Urban cowboy Shot in both eyes Joey heard the scream Through the dream Pulled from the tuck **** you all Shot off his ***** Sideways fall Black on good Like a brother Felt their pain Shot trying to save Respect Got his final wish Passed the Museum to his grave.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Brothers.
Black on good Touches his manhood Like a mother should Thinks it should be in a museum For God and good Joey, dreamlike Always plays it cool Keeps a gun tucked Fourteen carat Sideways dude Mississippi, likes the rap Urban cowboy Got a holster with a flap Just call me Missi With an I The first to die Deals going down Going down good Expansion is the mood Big time round the bend Not now but when Time to ascend Hit the new den Death was quick for Missi With an I No fast draw Urban cowboy Shot in both eyes Joey heard the scream Through the dream Pulled from the tuck **** you all Shot off his ***** Sideways fall Black on good Like a brother Felt their pain Shot trying to save Respect Got his final wish Passed the Museum to his grave.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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