At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
You hear about a new one every day and none of them make any sense.
Courtney Pine tables I need a new one !
The farmers milk them dry.
Because he saw right through her.
To remind black people they picked cotton before they sold drugs.
Two: one to shoot and one to sell him to shoot back.
Simple, I grab them under their arm pits, bend at the knees and stand up, how else would you do it
Was it my knees Do I have terrorist's knees Oh, the bomb. Not the knees then That's good.
Names! -Bo Burnham
He wanted to go to high school.
Gotham?
