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Peter La Grand The Escape

: We can find a place to go We can find that rodeo This car will make it through the night We'll ditch it past the California line I've got enough

believe their eyes. The animals on the cartoons Have left the screens and escaped They wandered the streets and they had Adopted their natural states. Wasn't it grand

FUCK you be {Fiend} WHUT? It's Fiend y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I

FUCK you be {Fiend} WHUT? It's Fiend y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I

boys, G-O-D-Z, up in Tonka toys Thirty mil' team, hand gleem, filled chips a'hoy Self employed, get it from Evon and Peter Roy Lumbers and heaters, jumpin

you be {Fiend} WHUT? It's Fiend y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe