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Ghost Of A Thousand One For The Road

our camp fires as cowards we're dangerous but all we ever seem to get : roses here's the future haven..t you heard, here's the future ghost unit coming for

' - snatch that boy He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy [Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate

'ring a ring o rosies' for your final lullabye, Have you any prayers to make before you wave your last goodbye? I bring 'a pocket full of posies' - lay a

Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a

Beer On The Wall" for the 27th time that day So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station Got a few more pickled weiners and a diet chocolate

Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road

Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred

borrow. Singing 'ring a ring o' rosies' for your final lullabye, Have you any prayers to make before you wave your last goodbye ? I bring 'a pocket full

was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred