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Crack city - David Bowie

"Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell It belongs to the candyman Don't whore your little bodies To the worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal Its peaks"

Pop Crack - Majandra Delfino

"The low hum of people talking behind my back, I adjust my ears and reminisce how your ways are like an aphrodisiac, At times like this my thoughts are about to break(?) my cardiac, But all I'm thinking"

Crack Pipes - Sage Francis

"I'd give a 21 gun shot salute... With the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won't shoot. And all is well, because there's been one too many shots. The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox."

Crack Ho - The F-Ups

"Yesterday I swore and promised to God That I'd get out and meet a real girl So I got up started walking out the door five trailers down And I see her There she was just standing there and I don't want"

Crack Addict - Limp Bizkit

"Right about now Its time to get busy One, two thrizzy. Shut the fuck up! and bring That ballistic Riff from the Bizkit straight through the speakers With the (hey, hey) Check this future shock Of rock"

Crack Hitler - Faith No More

"Sink the eight ball Buy the lady a drink And nobody knows my name Bodies float up From the bottom of the river Like bubbles in fine champagne He's the one, no doubt Walking on the tight rope He's the"

The Crack - MAJOR FIGGAS

"yo they found me .. cut me ground me made me powder .. say I'm expected across seas in an hour i was born in columbia they shippin me out package tight so them dogs aint sniffin me out but me I aint"

Crack spot - Ghostface Killah

"Aiyyo, make sure y'all turn that water downWhat y'all watchin over there?Is that the Honeymooner marathon?That shit been on all night right?AlrightI smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the"

Ceilings Crack - Cursive

"Passed out in your yard My clothes were soaking in the morning rain My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma Like a battered drone All my limbs are numb I've been driving past your house Been pounding"

Chris Cayton - Goldfinger

"You taught me how to play guitar You told me that I'd go far just by trying yea just by trying When we were kids playing Social D spiritual man on LSD We were frying yea we were frying Once in a while"

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