O Saki Saki MP3 Song Download - Rock the Dance Floor with the Amazing Song from Batla House by Tanishk Bagchi, Neha Kakkar, Tulsi Kumar
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Celebrity Nudes (free) 04:14 lyrics download Tattered, ragged with vicious bruisesTrying to appease the capricious musesFlying trapeze, excuses excusesThe type of guy you want nothing to do withWho's this unfortunate cluttering up the hallway?(Someone Christ, king of the jews) Yeah, that's what they all say!They all say Jesse but they really can't see meSince I got a little fame like Billy DanziniOne ring for Batman, one ring to RUN TINGSOne ring for fronting or flossing or somethingI'm the unreliable, lovable laugh riotYou claim you got wits, I admit you're half rightWeedsmoker, living la vida loca, you're mediocreThuggin' Karaoke vivid video curmudgeonSergeant to the corporal punishment, punk,I'm brandishingBrand X blandishments. Complaints? Take it to management.Dink, I write my rhymes in vanishing inkOn a medium that's flammable, I'm a manacled animalMandibles gnashing, my passion's understandableInstinctive action, smashing like a cannonball ...to the hundred and Nth degree, plus the fearsPlay tricks on your perception when you fence the three musketeersHence if we formed like constructicons and insecticonsWe'd be like snakes to ireland, raining destrucion on the leprechaunsInstructions for the clever pawns on how to overthrow the rooksAnd bishops using techniques that geniuses would overlookI know the crooked path and I pervert it for the cause of goodMy will is stainless steel while conventions and laws are woodAnd sometimes necessity is the mother of ax blades and flak jacketsFor fat rabbits in fast raising tax bracketsSabbath Black Sabbath, my abacus computesMathematical roots for all you fatuous galootsSuperman Batman (Look at me go!x2)Batman Spiderman (Follow me now!x2)TMNT Superman (Look at me go!x2)Spiderman Batman (Follow me now!x2)Coming o-riginal, send a hot signal to the sonogramOld school DOS box, flossing with a ton of RAMHandkerchief monogrammed, monacled eyepieceBaby grand piano if I wanna tickle the ivoriesNo political diatribes, dissertations, academiaWHAT! 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It's not good, you poor thing.Living the lie full time, a good thirty-five to forty hours a weekIt's like the Wall, we all turn deaf and blind and cold and lose our power to speakI wish I were the meek so I could draw a line of credit against the inheritanceThat I'd been guaranteed but as it stands I'll be relying on my arroganceAnd silent errantry, transparencies overheadAvoid the eyes of Seraphim, guess I didn't know the ledgeThe olderIget, the quickerIdie I hope there's time to reconfigureitIn hopes to do more than frigwithit, I need a freakincigaretteNot true, I never have, you needn't be a sanctimonious punkTo breathe the air. Now just who is the loneliest monk?Me, that's who! You're only as drunk as the waxing moonJust lamp until the cows come home, play saxophone in Saskatoon. theyDulled the edge of Masamune, probably it's for the best I wagerIt's analagous to finally discontinuing service on the skypagerWhat's my major malfunction? 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RememberRound souls in square holes each septemberIf she speaks then send her to be disciplinedGod forbid you should ever think of listeningSound spankings for dissident youth offending articleStrapped for chewing gum sentences end in particlesHard work will make you free, We expect dedicationSubmersion, subjugation (no subversion of education!)Forget edification, earn grades insteadNever question lest the master turn shades of redChrist! No you can't go to the fucking bathroom!SIDDOWN!Mushy touchy feely hands off policyClass hostility, some lost qualityMy apologies, something's awfullyWrong when students are philosophicallyBludgeoned into drudges packing lunchesSunkist funfroots in the teeth instilling belief one truthCower when the gun shoots rap in staccato burstsRed alert! Just let me brand the cattle firstI've had the worst feeling ever since the principleMade targets of bad kids to prove he was invincibleSeems sensible... be feared if you can't be lovedWhy do authority and ignorance seem to go hand in glove?twice:Canada's supposed to prioritizeHuman beings and so we've been glorifiedYou can't say I'm not justly horrifiedThe way the system's been distorted byThe bottom line that makes us bottom feeders. LeadersMade mistakes this autumn Jesus hate to break theBubble, but there's no victory in closing a school down1: Nice try2: Let alone twoShaking heads - how'd it pass thatStudents cram into crowded classesNow the bastards've cowed the massesMinds of brown molasses frozenClasses chosen from small selectionRunning in the hall detentionAll the best and brightest kids areTrained to court the highest bidderThe kid is five you've hired a sitterWho can't wait to retire, so bitterThis is jive, we require better!Why should school be a barbed wire sweater!?POOR KIDS - the blood red ink wellRan dry. Shrivel up and die!Brain, brain - go away!SIDDOWN! SHADDUP! You're too old to play!Hearts are cold and grey and black and blueIs this okay is what I'm asking you!The answer is no - the cardio callousIs a cancerous growth of malice metastasizedBureaucracy bastardized shook onesDidn't look ONCE in the exercise books!Dunce caps, once raps on the knuckles with yard sticksNow eternal if you can't learn their infernal card tricksPawns in the wargames, futures at stakeNo sex ed, mentally neutered and spayedYou think you were dismayed in the last year?Brace yourself for a rough ride because these cats have claws for slashingAnd they've made it abundantly clear that they're perfectly prepared to do so. 5. 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