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Drink To The Dead Clutch If knee-deep in cat nip At the old icebox I recommend you whistle And give the box three knocks Should you be so lucky To hear whisperin' It is an invitation For you to leap in May you go marching Big News I Clutch The fog is rolling in, The tide is high. Diane's as fat can be, Aye, Captain, aye. The guests seem more than pleased, How is the wine? We shall be underway On the by and by. Texan Book Of The Dead Clutch Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500, All the way stars' green, gotta go. Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low, Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard. Clutch Fivio Foreign Make me wanna clutch (Make me wanna clutch) All 'em niggas sus (All 'em niggas sus) Yeah (Yeah) I don't wanna talk, tell me when it's up (I don't wanna talk, tell me when it's up) Yeah, you don't gotta 12 Ounce Epilogue Clutch This was always the last place I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen Have a Coke and a smile So I said to the horsemen Why not stick around for Clutch LONE (론) Bish 모든 게임에 난 Clutch shot Pull up on your block and score again I just throw another dime and walk away Can’t relate with those Who cheated for the fame 바닥이나 닦던 놈 이제 난 Main Clutch Shooter like the KD Otherguess Clutch Ireisu (이레이스/いれいす) I’m pushing my limits 手を伸ばして Talking to myself 今こそ前へ 目指した場所まで Fighting my way 合わせてく aim What I wanna do 徐々に前へ moving Step into my life 上がってく vibes 徐々に増してく heartbeat No matter what they say I’m gonna do Cobra Clutch wu-tang clan clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston Both of them dead Cobra Clutch Ghostface Killah clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston Both of them dead Sinkemlow Clutch , oooohhhh Fires in the northlands Floods to the south Put the pedal to the metal And let it all hang out (Go-go, go-go) Fires in the northlands (Go-go, go-go) Floods to the south (Go-go, go-go) Put the Rats Clutch Rats over the dishes Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God was certainly a genius To expose this human weakness Rats Red Horse Rainbow Clutch Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what to do Africanized killer bees, alabastar dieties, milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons Within the ruins against the firth The salamander El Jefe Speaks Clutch Like a fly to doo doo You need me like a bird needs wings Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice So all the kids can sing They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor Clutch Shea Seger So there you got me in your clutch again So there so there i love your touch And that voodoo that you do so well It's got me spinning around and round it So let me in your world Let me in your Tight Like That Clutch And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul, That don't confront me, 'cause I'm never in the need of a payroll. Heck, yeah. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. American Sleep Clutch Mistress of ices Stygian Skater Scribing devices Dancing on sabres So very relentless Counting the sheep Electrical fences Americans leap Paramorpheus Somnambulating Dream scarabaeus In chorus refraining Walking in the Great Shining Path of Monster Trucks Clutch know I hang like a hex on a barn Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file Above and beyond the hole nine yards Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette And smoked him higher than the highest of the Rock N Roll Outlaw Clutch In the North they call us Rebels, In the South they call us Yankees, Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers, The grinnin' reapers Of a missionary rock Smoke Banshee Clutch One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane Pour the quick elixir in your wounds Effigy Clutch Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? Brazenhead Clutch A kaleidoscope program Is functioning so beautifully Fire up all the primary engines Calculate projected nexus OH! Careful With That Mic... Clutch So tell me, when you took a practice scholastic aptitude test, Did you know the answers or did you guess? You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans, And act all over bad to jack up your sound scan. Binge and Purge Clutch Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, retched jungle They say the Animal Farm Clutch Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered. You would cry, you would scream If you knew half the things I see. A Shogun Named Marcus Clutch If you thought it was boring in Jordan Then come out here for a day And by the way, the name is Marcus But if you like, you can call me Sensei Well the emperor is in the pig sty And the geisha is in the Immortal Clutch Who's the man who stole fire for the people? Who causes trembling in the bones of evil? Who carved a mountain into a cathedral? Bacchanal Clutch Temptation of Indulgence Divides and conquers my mind An elegy for fading youth Welcome to mankind If you provide the spleen Then I'll provide the ideal If I provide a puppet Will you provide the strings Frankenstein Clutch How would you like to go bobbing for apples the shape of fish? Throw a coin into the well, close your eyes and make a wish? How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? The Cryptic Stench Cannibal Corpse in the blood, intoxicated from its drug It warms my cold soul Tapping the gushing sap, trickling down my throat Rejuvenation of my body No blood left to scab Now it flows through my veins Heaven I have Pure Rock Fury Clutch I walk wherever the weather provides 'Cause everybody needs some time outside Gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lies Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, mmm hmm, mmm hmm Hey fella, hands down the illest ventriloquist this