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Jackson Joe Heaven Hell

Here's a young one Hey, Rufus How's the rain on the rhubarb? You wanna go out with me? (Yeah, I know we're out It's, like, a figure of speech) All you

Call me cool as January I walk like the breeze And wear the world like filigree Call me too large for life That's only sticks and stones I'm standing

FUCK THIS BULL SHIT SPIT FLAT BEER BACK ROCK STAR DUMB LUCK SICK JOKE CLAP TRAP DAMN THIN SHOE LACE YANK SPIT JERK SNAP BOMB KIKE SCAM BANK TEAR DOWN

I need Of all the sterling men of steel We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel Look at the guy selling beer Where the hell did he get it from?

gringos Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin live, future shock It's five dimensions, six senses Seven firmaments of heaven to hell

a world of gold, so much unexplored And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven I'm in, people can do they thing [Bridge] And mine is singing, (singing) I'm singing... Like Michael Jackson