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K, KK
Wind in my face, I'm capping peels
At the end I'm saving my race, only then can I chill
But till then, don't ever try to stagnate the magnate
When it's racial holy war, never make the Mac wait
I just add weight to the madness till the blacks break
In a holy drag race where fags get the gas face
In the first place, Whites got no motherfucking business coming in last place
Our birth traits tell us just to go
We're more advanced than our earthmates
I came into the game on a ad break and I'm late night like a really bad date
The protagonist, and I narrate in text-to-hate-speech, it's pretty rad
So let's go
If we don't work then they won't die
Time keeps running like a river, it's so fly
In the mind of a nigger killer there's no lie
Can't stop gunning 'cause I'm cooking them pork pies, go
Russell Brand he trying to do me like Joe Pyne
The show's so bovine, it's towing the foe's line
I keep a crowd terrified bringing the pro fight
I'm verified White Pride World Wide and no more kikes
Yo, go, you know the cancellers don't like
My cancer ate your culture, now the cannons is blown wide
Please, you ain't fucking with no amateur troll guy
We Whites are known for more than just making the scores high, go
Yo, over the top of the coal pile
I got every nigger mean mugging me the whole while
But nah, I won't stop, won't drop, won't retire
I am my own supplier, selling arms to the buyer
The torch to the liar, the dorms are on fire
The kikey cremator, each morn I set the pyre
They requested my YT, I replied "but why?"
Tell me that I been wiped clean, they ain't even lied
Go through like a White king, the terrors of the tribe
The motorcar's alive, it grins homicide
Testing the Moon will begin a genocide
No matter which corner of the globe you reside
Now vote 5, like and subscribe
When it comes to the job getting done, what am I?
The god of the racial war, praise the Lord
If anybody disagree with me then raise your sword
I'm Agent Orange, poisonous and racist poems
And the fire keeps raging on
Listen to me I won't
Don't stop, nope, I don't quit
Yo, I don't stop, yo, I don't quit
KKK! KKK! KKK! KKK! KK! KK
domain:
koolkangkanye
keywords:
moon man,danger mouse,black thought
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You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven't, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
Twisted fictions, sick addiction
Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me, no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
"You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato?"
Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow
And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Look like a fat booty Céline Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher
Tell me, how do you respond to students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
Sorry for the night demons still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin' down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
Don't make me pull the toys out, huh
Don't make me pull the toys
And fire up the engines, huh
And then they make noise
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
At the mall, there was a séance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with herons
(I saw the devil) in a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us
But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
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JMSCNX
keywords:
one piece,THE ONE PIECE IS REAL,chopper,chopper sad,L
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