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[Track 1: Tobacco Chewer] Welcome one and all to the circus de la Kow In these mean nine walls am I lettin' out forever Baby girl, bring the cheddar, this admission love's too bright See this ticket holds me better than a couple crowds a night So how 'bout it I call on the spoon washing Daddy's-a-seein' to get rowdy Throw me some books on that party [Howdy ?] my cardy Grab [the ?] [impressure ?] pan These blue shows are are the breakfast 'cause it's too soon for my crash And it's moo moo to my death bed But who knows if I shall last? Huh damn, can I really admit it? Took a few pills out but baby I quit it Y'all be so cringey but lady who isn't My navy is tinted with mucus and midgets So run up on the squad if you wish For your body to reform to the hat upon my dish This is highly consternin' without the ruckus from my kids Drop the buckets full of chicken steady cluckin' at my bins It is me throwin' spoons upon an ocean full of lies Hey I'm tabbed out [saint ?] General the Yotesquadron [My?] boy (Oh) (Yeah) (Oh) (Yeah) (Oh yeah) Stepped in the pack I believe it's here Cook a few [pens ?] and ten bottles of snow Boil the bodies then cook 'em in hell I promise you fellas, you're to prevail (Oh, now let it breathe, let us set in, my [?]) Barge these streets with the fleet for protection And I hope you finny fuck boy won't reject it See I start, pay a visit, drove a camel for a stack I could give a care less for the army that you get See alarm these city gods that pull the cannons up and shit You can try to cause a ruckus and can promise me revenge Boy (This is my squad, these are my thoughts) [Track 2: Paisleysmoke] [Verse 1] (La la la la la la) (Shyeah, boy) (Shyeah, see it is I, huh) (Boy) See Yote don't wear proper pairs of pants And Yote don't know whether not his doctor is a man But Yote rather not 'n settle focus to the jam 'Cause Yote makes it hot with all the chokes and fryin' pans (Shyeah) Now boy you see it's muffins and cash A couple cantaloupes and melons help me straight my path A couple fellows keep me goin' rather worth it if all The notes posted on the board was notin' similar acts But besides that willy we shall voyage other lands You can journey silky meadows and the doom's a burning sand You can follow my commands See there's room for many lads And we colour different sides so we diversitize the hands ([?] up for the task I got goods of many flavors [?] ruckus 'n all that) And boy I never [bit you ?] that cold See it's nothin' when there's not a little crew gettin' bold [Verse 2] And on these seven seas you see I ain't gotta stand It's how you see how many beings think I'm crazy in the head Lazy in the bed I'm often hazy when I shed A couple layers of the steam without a single trace of wind (Seep through the fears of [little ?] puppetician friends) ([Lyin' steam ?] a quick display of writin' super saiyan blends, [?]) But these underrated trends dismiss These lone peasants headed soon for these strange prisons [Verse 3] (Shyeah) (Shyeah) (Haha haha ha) See we gon' makin' eyes move baby Beholdin' you [?] turn on you, baby Can tell them 'tudes with how I choose to pull the loose, ain't it? But it's all good 'cause I love all and every shoe shaded But don't you test it my presence is rather heavy as A couple peasants indebted with dirty shades of Home investment I promise the [?] set I had A couple [commas/commers ?] in buckets full of these kettle crabs (Huh, shyeah) [Verse 4] And whether not you choose who to move with Yote got a spot bring me lead if you prove it That's a couple open tabs in my cellar But if [?] load it up with cotton [so ?] they let them Get up out of my sight, see my boy shouting rowdy And my [?] might And the bugs out crawlin' through the floor and good night We don't play no boy Ain't no games in my line Never wastin' no time with it Shhyeah, yotesquad [Track 3: FACTCHECKER] [Verse 1] Quick escape to find me bathing in a lake Made of cocoa beans and butter that do [floor or ?] show my face Born, born pretty as the paintings that I make And I'm sweet as sour grapes so get them bags of lemonade Pass the seven trays and smash them shits across the brain And show these pussies how we ruckus, threw the rubbish with the flames Damn, we dumb as fuck and stickin' pencils up their nasals Just to find the hidden gold and which my Daddy showed me frames of He told me "Dang son, don't get carried away son." But Mommy told me "Honey, if you think it then go chase 'em" Now dreams of eating cake with dirty ladies seem a real sense I chose to spoon desert on little sister just to make fun And now I run the candy kingdom Put Ralphie in the corner while Venelope gives me some Feathers for the chilling and the rubbing for the back aches While dames be in the cellar cookin' macaroons and pancakes (Hu hu hu) (Shyeah, shyeah, shyeah, shyeah) I've no right to political fame But I won't settle to this meddle build a fortress out of mansions And that might force a couple things If this production sees no movie When the [recrea ?] bell rings Don't you question my domain You silly peasants have no say So my demeanor is the season Where my ghouls run from the graves They say it's simple as my chain To keep the factories a-runnin' All the sugars that you crave, boy [Verse 2: Busdriver] (Yeah, yeah) Let's go Like the chocolate factory super independent Rules and regulations through demented Divvy it all [abide ?] divide 'em You could get let go probably to independent We could be [?] And I become the black hood [?] walker Rulin' other workers like [?] I go all in [Hopin'?] for the personality The [?] government really wants to cripple my economy With sactions on the cocoa plate But I'm so so amped I don't give a fuck I [?] and I Hit the niggers with the anecdotal [?] to make you [?] Then they change the tax code in their bath robes Like a pragmatic [?] Spinning, spinning, whining, pocket lining Of the [?] lobbyists' oppressed scientific findings Now sugar cell good for you Yeah, it's always been good for you If you talkin' just pull the dandy ox snitch You should ask the [?] where the ominous [Booker pens ?] eugenesis [?] Who're tuggin' em, buyin' drone pilots with no mileage On your death box That's why they sell chocolate at the sex shops [Track 4: Riskytoad] Now boy don't get your things messed up See the squad rides slow with turtle shells and mud It's rough, rowdy as a pot full o' chicken That I scarfed down quick without a bone pick needed This is don't stick dinner to the whole crowd's belly You could feed most kitties If it means you won't menace any problems Baby we could bag those up Take a cab through the [cuts ?] of alabaster dust See it's nothing if you really want to challenge Little old cabins Full of my [dads ?] and guns See they changed below this since I [casted/cast his?] sons Gaskets [?] boy And I roll with the muskets Bank flows in with the [case ?] of the mud Days passed by with the shade full of glum Then paid by the sum Who paid the funds, boy Then saved by the cut Dames flow in, couple babes for the rubber [Games ?] in the middle now look out for the tongue But shadow won't matter in time in the tub, boy Shyeah, and that's a couple bubbles in the patch And we let you out of [boyo/boil ?] with these soil cut [crump ?] With the oil [build/billed ?] [clattenburg ?] foil through the rocks That's a trip to old Virginia And a room of empty thoughts, boy [Verse 2] That's OK, that's still dancing in moonlit gaze Two cold nuts no [shine ?] no sway My hands keep warm in the fair old maze I'm thankful for the buns that they gave me And the squad's seen spoils by the toils of the way But among the center stages I print pages of the [tap ?] It is me sir, for you retards, I present this lovely plot for you [Track 5: Wood Farm] (Shyeah) (It is I) (King Kow) See the stars ain't too far from me To rattle up a catch But the throttle on the [?] can push as far as you may test, yeah Feel pressure if you ever fall behind (I don't mind [all ?] that you find and I shall test) And regardless of the risk just know I'm into do or die So if I meet my peril I just hope to go in time, 'cause We succeed before we sign We jump down, I retell new stories of my pride No lie, double check it, here's a sign that I reckon Lil' fuck boys shall try and stare the strait through all these centers Stare the strait without repentin' Any sins that you may fathom ([?] these rules and [?] just flappin', make this faster) Casted of a chapter It's the ultimate remastered [Schabilities ?] to learn [?] your voyage for the trappin' And if you lack that passion Get the fuck up on my back (I need [?] ) (Fuck up on my back) (If you can't-can't surpass me) (Shyeah) Get the fuck up on my back If you can't Surpass me (Boy) Get the fuck up on my back If you can't Surpass me Get the fuck up on my back If you can't Surpass me (Boy) Get the fuck up on my back If you can't Surpass me (Boy) (Get the fuck up on my back) (If you can't) (Surpass me) [Track 6: New Bark Town] It is little boy, I A mean [?] better known skelebone high My dog stay rowdy in the [?] of grown high She always stay buzzin' if me brew is on the side And I don't got the platter with the [plank ?] for the duck And bladder for the taste and a lack of better [shout ?] A casket full o' hate and a village full o' love Now watch it in the mirror if you wish to see the trust in 'em But whether of it, my fellow stay fried in the oven [?] high with a couple of eyes gettin' sluggish (whatever) These boys go for rounds in the weather Rain, sleet, shine shedding signs of the cheddar And as I see it, I think that he might view it With butter boy poopy and the ghost that I'm seeing 'Cause these dogs never make much cheddar Couple days, couple weeks, couple months, and still nothing Really I'm just sick of the poop I know I'm really center stage but I forgot how to move I've been grindin' empty levels but these stats never boost And I've been tearing through the layers But forgot how to groove And these stars that I harvest Claim a bigger stake for the fate that I bargain with That's the case, that's some overpaid gardening 'Cause these pots haven't bloomed yet Haven't moved yet Haven't thought to make away from the doom scent Sit and wait for the rakes after broom swept Another day in the rain and the dew I refuse just to sit in the face of delusion 'Cause I am I, sir president of fleet Fencemen ready to die so I'm steady Man I've seen cities so believe that I do Playing willy with committees take control over you Too (Yotesquad) (Milk Empire)