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Jackson Joe Be My 2

2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it's time ya bow down in ? Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm

a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind on my long erection Now it's time ya bow down to the rectum monu- ment in my honor cause bitch I'm

the presidency I'm never givin' love again But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican Now I remember, I used to be cool Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2

've made it to 2am Now it's nothing to do with them It's my life - or funeral Another round for me and invisible friends I know it might appear to be

lonely, let it be in the dark You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi?s warm Bout my bread, so I

gets you an STD My life, should be sold as a movie From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies When did the civilians decide to be a

supporters Hook: I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" (2x) [Verse 2] My baretta will

T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my