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• Artiste: Armand Hammer
• Titre: Sir Benni Miles
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Good evening ladies and gentlemen Would you gather round please? Please, hurry up, thank you Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your dancin' and enjoyment, but the reason I'm calling you this evening is— Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust Ain't no angels harboring Ain't no savin' us, ain't no slaving us You gon' need a bigger boat You gon' need a smaller ocean But here's some more rope Barefoot in the bush burnin' dope Kush smoke out my big nose My favorite game is lеt's suppose, let's suppose I askеd the question just to see it in your face I already know, the answer never mattered Every night, he'd drink and piss up the mattress Kept turnin' over and backwards 'til he threw it out Laid on the box spring like a cactus, madness Some slowly go, some just vanish Don't make a promise you can't keep Don't make a keepsake outta grief I can't promise anything It's pills to help you sleep It's ill, but you're like krill in that cold deep Alcohol seep out the pores like gills Air squeeze out the ocean floor Leviathan swim with open jaw (As many times as you need) You need permission to have an issue with me I'm not privy to the stories you live inside A home of all history, I just bend the rhyme Though mystery, God, deepest look inside Thick fog in the channel, rando pseudo Rambo, bad camo Armed to a T as in tango Let the brains blow Bald head in Kangol Televised game show, strange soul, raw scam I ate a roll in shibasa and hopped up Workin' on my posture I'ma slap box Judge Mathis and Judge Wapner Hot stuff, crock pot all rocked up, lock step E'rything for sale except for the scale, props bro Eight arms at the last grab Put em on the glass The number's fine, but his math's bad Guns and butter for king crab Claws pinchin' my skin tag Yo, holler back, black Brass tacks double for wind bags Green grass and blue flower Seaweed snack from Okinawa Four leaf facts Don't be your Weisenheimer