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My Hash
These chicks don’t even know the name of my hash.
But they’re all on me like they really gon’ smash.
Cause once I *un they know that I’ll be the man.
All because I’m the FRB of my hash.
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Story of a Hare
This is the story of hare,
Who laid a trail and fucked the whole pack.
And while [he or she] gives us beer and naughty checks,
I absolutely hate [him or her],
When [he or she] hares.
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Goodbye
I will leave my happi at the trail,
I won’t sing a note,
They’ve all been sung before, you know.
So why don’t we just lay our marks,
Like we’re not scared of what the shiggy has,
Or scared of finding Y-B-F.
Look, don’t get me wrong,
I know there is no shitty trail.
All I ask is,
If this is my last hash with you,
Searching like we’re more than just friends.
Give me a hash note I can use.
Lead me with your chalk while we do,
What hashers do,
It matters how we zen.
What if I never hash again?
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Eye of the Hasher
Checked the marks; Went through shiggy,
Did my time, found the powder.
Found a bad trail, but I’m not gonna stop.
Just a man and his need for on-on!
So many times I’m *unning too fast,
You change your passion for down-downs.
Don’t lose traditions from the hash of the past,
You must *un just to keep them alive.
It’s the eye of the hasher,
It’s the thrill of the search.
Rising up to the challenge of the patches,
And the last F-R-B stalks the pack in full-moon,
And he’s watching us all with the,
Eeeeyyyye. Of the hasher.