(OR: An inebreated and slightly inbred white male is smitten by an overweight white woman he sees while passing the Fluff'n Fold Coin Op Laundry.) I
I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, three spades I wouldn't call it light either, four spades pass, oh Oh, there go all my coins There's someone at the
, a long goodbye, three days of peace A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of debt A pinch of salt, a week of news, four double A's A plastic bag, a
more than room enough for two inside my mind. Sapsea: I am likewise in a haze of who I am from scene to scene; What's more we two, (we four, I mean
strikes the light geysers Vision makes me see all snakes through their disguises Who's the wisest, you'll be under, we'll be overstanding The four devils
And the Hammer in chain By men in armour silenced was and by Their swords was slain Those who did not pay the one coin Of four to man of new God Whipped
Portrait of A losing side Opinions formed Without Taking time To care The stone thrower Broke the windows of his glass house Thoughtless search For a Scapegoat A human coin
a beard like fire And the Hammer in chain By men in armour silenced was and by Their swords was slain Those who did not pay the one coin Of four to
him, just stare don't stand with him If assassination strike, he gotta make plans with him Roll a joint, keep him on point, down troing poing coin?
Don't try to change my plan, yeah Right Flip that coin, see what you get It's MC Dave, who's on the set Left, right, left, right, push up the mic Four
you fuck her You ate that bitch like she was supper then your second wish was to fuck her again then your third wish was to get out tha pen now this makes four
'll wake up in a cold sweat on the floor next to a family portrait drawn when you were four and beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are pictures And yes the colors so loud that u heard my scripture With four
him , just stare , don't stand wit him If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin?
life, Twenty four and there?s so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two Love lost, such a cost Give me things that don?t get lost Like a coin
the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin
les constellations de bouleaux blancs Il pleut sur les charrues matinales barbouillees de terre glaise Il pleut sur le pain chaud au sortir des fours