000 feet up in the air it's impossible See I'm that nigga That'll land in a bitches yard Dick hard enough to cut through A pack of glass and in barge
the bosa nova I smiled at her and then just walked away then the lights came on and it was over to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all so I packed
roller rink closed down and the kids all pray that they'll either get away or get a job like chad in dad's meth lab and become rich one day little david
Vietnam You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can cope But if you can't the devil gets your dope The devil packed a bong With a little Acapulco
And I'm proud to say that I love this place, good ole small town USA Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side David Allen Coe and a six pack of
come off soft, then chew on this.... Are you scared? Devil without cause, and I'm back with the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks 30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack
Hit 'em where the chest at, hit 'em where the neck at Show me where the rest at They in the same building livin' like a mess pack Four miles from where
again niggas All hail me, the good the bag the ugly The money's around your way, lovely Where for art thou meth-tical God-child I pack a smile like crocodile
wonder sometimes just whos really deliverin always harassin me and askin me for my id but i aint done nothin so you aint seein nothin no packed me a
- Lil Wayne Yeah, uhhuh David Banner on the beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets I'ma east sider rider, whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like
hop is too deep to be dissected Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
of those days when I can kick it like this and like that It's a free day, my folks got rowdy way back I right off of Cascade or Ralph David Abernathy
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx She used to make me dinner when the winters were long Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John Along Lincoln
victory Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me 'Cuz I pack a pack a pound
Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark The mirror will watch over you Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase the dark The mirror
Auxiliary In the downtown Convention hall Cold roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes And nine boring speeches in all And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David
and cans of beer And notes that say, "I miss you dear" And children who don't say anything at all There's purple hearts and packs of gum Fatherless daughters
I punch lines so hard that I'm bruising the page I do it as a student of the loop and break and Live life like "What would Larry David do with his day