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8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
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As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue
a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view
his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog
fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog
the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe
No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow
Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive
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whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard
I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones
I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb
gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve
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~*~
In the Living Years
nobody’s perfect we are who we are
there’s no one reason or no perfect rhyme
divided by difference in a generation of time
You see things your way and I see things another
I see the dreams and wishes of a Father and Mother,
and I’ll do my best to erase all your doubts and fears
I’m glad I got to tell you ~ “In the living years”
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is inspired by the song
“In the living years” by Mike & The Mechanics 1988
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loneliness is a good thing...
to share with someone
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~*~
left hand touch to excite
KISS is spark to ignite
right hand pulls us tight
heartbeats like dynamite
LOVE is pain
SEX has no refrain
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PIGS GO OINK
COWS GO MOO
GHOSTS SAY BOO
NOTHING NEW
HORSE GOES NEIGH
BUT WHAT DOES THE TURTLE SAY?
?
BIRD WINGS GO FLIP FLAP
FISH FINS GO SPLISH SPLASH
HORSE HOOFS GO CLIP CLOP
SNAKE BELLY GOES SLITHER
SANTA CLAUSE SAYS HO HO HO
BUT WHAT’S THE SOUND OF THE CAMEL TOE?
WHAT DAY IS IT?
EVERYDAY IS HUMP DAY
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I am so smart, I can fool myself
but I am too stupid to figure me out.
What's your problem?
If you don’t stand for something,
You will fall for anything.
Now pick yourself up, get a number and wait for your turn.
I think, therefore I am over qualified.
And that’s why you work here.
No, it’s not ignorance nor arrogance
I’m just smarter than you.
Were you born deficient or are you just stupid today?
Do not believe or even read every word that I have written.
Do not believe everything you think.
Remember you are special, just like everyone else.
Remember to take your smart pills.
I can see you had an extra bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning.
Then stop pretending to be stupid, that’s just dumb.
When you leave home, don't forget where you live and
don't forget your pants, again.
Ask me about my ability to annoy anyone any time.
That’s Mr. Azzhole (aays - ol - aye) to you, it’s Esperanto.
And yes, it is part of my charm thanks for asking.
Are we having fun yet?
The daydream is the free thinkers nightmare,
what do you think? never mind
Perjury murdered imagination, without an assault rifle,
or second amendment rights, without mass media
or an internet connection. What's your excuse?
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said, I was going to blame you.
So, how does it feel to be back on the hamster wheel?
C’mon man really?
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~*~
PIRATES ON THE SEA
CAPTAIN MORGAN, LIFE, LOVE LOOT
A BOTTLE OF RUM
~*~
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I ONCE MET A MAN IN ****
WHO’S TOOL WAS BIGGER THAN CORN
NO TWITTER NOR BLOG
THEY CALLED HIM HEDGEHOG
HE HUFFED PUFFED AND BLEW HIS OWN HORN
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