Lyrics:
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in
I'm that live
Yeah, shower that nigga down, he pussy
Tryna hang with wolves, yo, you still plain pussy
Don't ever move, we'll detonate
Fuck up your
H, ey nah hurry up
Like we need to get on the plane right now
K, hang up the phone
You can't go on the plane with your phone on
Like turn it off
"Get busy"
Her head started hurting and she got real dizzy
Growing up too fast, all you little girls
Letting brothers like me cold crush your world
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
my head back
I don't care where you come from, head back
Take off your head back
Please don't say you weren't warned
No, we can't link up, no, we
outta your mind, you think you fuckin' with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
Puffin' loosies, watchin' I Love Lucy with
throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult
Have your seance inside of a dark
throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult
Have your seance inside of a dark
the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
like this!"
{Aceyalone: Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web
Hiding your head amongst the living dead}
Can't you hear me calling you?
Hang
rejection
Escape convention, erase the templates
Paving your own lane's a great investment
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
graphic
Panaramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who
It won't make me feel better
Now I got what I want
It won't me feel better
Built brick by brick in hell
An ornament
Your head hangs heavy on it
Taxiderm' your bitch head
Mount it on the wall (it's MO)
Throw it up, nigga, we stand tall (it's MO)
You know what the fuck we stand for, it's MO
Too many
Thinking 'bout the people gone by
Screaming that I don't want to die
Well you can push your head
But don't you push it too far
Thinking 'bout
Thinking 'bout the people gone by
Screaming that I don't want to die
Well you can push your head
But don't you push it too far
Thinking 'bout
people keep your head to the sky
Shake that load off, shake that load off (Repeat: x16)
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggas hang around
suspect all your coin has been spent through, and rent's due
For you, an authentic clown head painting (what's this for?)
Just to hang for good luck,
to get your head wrapped
Skull shot, bald spot
You'll never grow ya dreads back
Yo this nigga dead Smack
Don't stop the fight
If you Hulk Hogan leg drop
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