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And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
I'll never get over what some neighbor told me:
"Did you know your neighbor Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?"
No! Why my neighbor took a fall?
Saw my neighbor try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him
But, darn, why did ya have to kill 'um?
I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum
I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked
Oh no, a neighbor ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for
But so did my neighbor, my neighbor--he gone
And all that he left are his memories
But when I die, you gon' see me
One, two, three, Wally rest in peace
Can a neighbor tell me why so many my neighbors had to die, so much pain
Even neighbors in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain
And a neighbor gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fricked-up thangs
Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk
Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddarned drunk
Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men
Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry
And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, he told me we live to die
Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally
I love you to death, but I wish I could have seen through your troubles
And it's hard to say good-bye to another...Bone
I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone
Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories
You're livin' off in my prayers
Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares
Just wait, and I'll be there
When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord,"
Layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world
How bad? And what about Looney, now? Darn, she gon' act a fool
Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool
Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball
Used to tell him to pass the weed
I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg
The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:
To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of heck
And then neighbor, you'll smooth creep
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)
- X : lol s*x offender
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seriously not cool how people will just make things up and spread rumors about other dramatards. then when u tell the jannies "they didn't technically dox u" actually fricking nuts the way this site is run sometimes. I will be gone for at least a week. Maybe longer.
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Imagine having to explain this to someone without the video. pic.twitter.com/WEG5KALNyJ
— Eurasian Shark (@eurasian_shark) May 31, 2024
- AIDS_IS_A_CHOICE : Garry does not upvote replies
- Neon_Needles : ^jannies plz murder in rl for this gross unspeakable behavior
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I'm dying my hair tomorrow and why the frick am i always getting appointments on the first of June. I'm getting pink hair because I used to love fricking with patients and now just actually enjoy the color. Why can't it be any day that isn't the start of pride.
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Heh heh heh
Freedom of speech, motherlover!
I got no strings to hold me down (Okay)
To make me fret or make me frown (Somethin' for the kids, hahahaha)
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me
Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand
Bitches know that I'm a freak like the Elephant Man
Intelligent plans, frick a record deal
I want development land with my benevolent clan
And that's the reason that I only trust my fam
40,000 records sold, 400 grand
Frick a middleman, I won't pay anyone else
I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets myself (Haha)
I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf
And because of this, executives try to diss me (Frick y'all)
Racism frozen in time, like Walt Disney
And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors
If I switch up my politics and change my behavior (Huh)
Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat
B-word neighbors that never spent a day in the street
But I repeat that nobody can hold my reins
I put the truth on tracks, neighbor, simple and plain
I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me
I guess to America I'm a disaster (Oh no)
A slave that was destined to own his masters
Independent in every single sense of the word
I say what I want, you frickin' little sensitive herb
This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech
But now you want try to control the way that I speak (What?)
And O'Reilly, you think that you a patriot? (Yeah right)
You ain't nothin' but a motherfrickin' racist b-word
Full of hatred, pressin' a button tryin' to eject me (Hahaha)
But I ain't got no motherfrickin' deal with Pepsi
No corporate sponsor tellin' me what to do
Askin' me to tone it down during the interview (Never!)
Tryin' to minimize the issue but I'm keepin' it large
I love the place I live but I hate the people in charge
Speakin' is hard when you got strings attached
So I'ma say it for you 'cause I don't got none of that
And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain
Ayo son, let this little neighbor explain
I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me
Come on, son, y'all neighbors know the way I do
Immortal Technique dot com live for you
And I know sometimes it be makin' you nervous
The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus
You motherlovers just can't compare
Lookin' for a fanbase that's no longer there
I know that you're scared and you're hidin' up in the cut
But this is freedom of speech, neighbor, tell 'em what's up
Word, neighbor! Frick John Ashcroft!
Neighbor, frick Fox News! Frick those snake-butt bitches
Tryin' to manipulate your opinion, tellin' you what to think
Word the frick up, neighbor
Like, "We invaded neighbors โcause we want to free them."
You racist mothafricka!
You don't give a shit about those people
You can suck my peepee! (Hahahaha)
Relax, Tech, relax
Another rum and coke at the bar, neighbor!
It's my day off, word up!
Frick
For the kids (Ha), for the kids (Hahaha)
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im so fricking old holy shit
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It's so over for a yone who commented the phrase
- retard : Yeah
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What is he trying to tell us? ๐ญ pic.twitter.com/BjsIrJwTKD
— humans without context (@HumansNoContext) May 31, 2024