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creepy for the good niggas
So I killed my fuckin' ego
Deadman, really Yasuke ghost
Deadman, Yasuke float
Best man, nigga, Yasuke goat
Tales of a nigga with

deadmans ready for whatever ever
Never take back to her
Picture the wave in the middle of the
Graveyard so hear the curtain call
A lot of them are not

Conspiracy Theory

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed

2000

to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had

attended ""The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.""

The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine 
And the big  imported by stage from Amboline
And the room was

Conspiracy Theory

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed [Clean]

2000

snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

[Scarface]
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole

(Theories that were rejected by the outside world) I
Switch my appearance
You're so curious
Can't hear you over the turbulence
On a quest for new

Oh happy day I'm clean and I'm happy
Oh happy day I'm talking bout a happy day
Oh happy day yes it's a happy day
Oh happy day cause my sins been washed

dreams weren't gonna come true
And all the times I prayed for you they never went through
I think this proves my theory
My theory that happy endings only

to black
Unfortunately he didn't see the orderly that first walked by
Then took him by surprise
Can't do much to a freak in disguise so he couldn't really

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

you know me full ah sin (weh)

Bwoy, murder wi' gwan
So tell me if ah murder you want
Bwoy, mh, murder wi' gwan
Kill yuh family and run di remand

In order for me to be happy 
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may

POV

Bushido

Carlo Cokxxx Nutten III

2005

Alles Spasten, so wie Big Bang Theory
Ich frage deine Mutter, ob sie weiß, wie viel ein Kilo wiegt

King Bushido und die Scheiße hier ist amtlich
Deine

Greedo
Got done by Han in New Hope
Challenge Atom language 
And we'll manage to leave your crew broke

You and your crew so happy to punch lines
I beat

a, I'm a starboy

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her

Dirty, Clean Hazard Metal Brain Nirvana Bastard
Flattered By Blood On The Floor, Enemies' Scattered
Cats Immune To Training, Pussies Can't Be c Human

of your vision your mission left unreached
You and your crew so happy to punch lines
I beat paragraphs of diction to a pulp and thats not fiction Im
Giving

I'm quick and I'm bright I'm strong in the Lords might
I'm rich and I'm smart I have Jesus in my heart
I'm healed I am whole I'm so happy as I go
I'm

generation
Peer pressure so high they crumble under temptation
Followed by the rum that they're chasin
Shits the fuckin devil like they flirtin with Satan

PlayStations, mansions, Lambos and stuff
My worst rue is that I never thanked her enough
Life taught me that we aren't alive to be happy
So we just lie we're all

I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one

I ain't

the white
Whip is so clean and it powers like a light
This one for the fame and the fans and the uhuh
This one for the love and the fam and the come up
This

Say yeah, 'Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me

fresh am looking clean i bought Celine.
 money makes money on gasoline. 
 i just knock down all my haters i was passing by the ring.
thank G.O.D(GOD)