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The Boy And His Machine Other

And I know that this could mean the end... Cause scientists couldn't fix this mess... So scream oh.... And these are the things I say to sink you... And

to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady You done went wild; yo, check it.. There was a Hardy Boy

' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it

there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and

scrappin and rappin see I'm attackin the action Big homie makin' it happen now shake it shake it, girl That pussy poppin' and clappin' now I be tossin ya cabbage And

And the crowd was growing thin It was me and two drunk salesman And a waitress named Corine He wasn't much to look at Drum machine and a bad toupee

me", Says the singer of the song Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on It's only entertainment and as anyone can see It's smoke machines and

when he come out You gotta tighten his ass up I?m a get in the other car, aight} If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and

and crazy eights, it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves and saints. And every trainee face-painted while his great escape grazed and