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Mr Smith Breathe

to par-tay (now, now now) Break it on down (x4) now Pick it back up (x4) now Get it ma get it (x4) now Sweat (x4) and Breathe (Thanks to Mr. Smith

confused. I'm very sorry Mr Smith, I've got some dreadful news. You're never gonna walk again, I just sliced your spinal column. Now you need a ventilator, Just so you can breathe

fool I already made a million dollars and never attended high school I keep cool until a motherfucker tests me Tripping of sensi, leave your body messy, Smith

and into the eyes of who's punint Locked down we run it, hands down no question 6'4 with a 5'5, wild child mic molesting Bark like Mr. Smith, bite like

get your chest split Dance smith and weston and it will test'em Hand it to Kevin Cannibal session Man full of intestine Kansas is with me Strange Music is with'em I think they breath

: [Will Smith] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em? [Verse One: Will Smith] Mr.

s such a dick. Mr. Fenerty why do you bother me? Slap your ruler on my desk when I'm trying to take a nap. Mousy Ferraro teaches music. Mr. William's breath

by ten sittin on top of the coffin never again fuck with made men Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess splittin' flesh and I still

they'll never forget I'm the mister pain inflicter From the pits I bring you death Smith and West out one to your chest Took your breath layed you to rest Mr