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nah I wouldn't be me kid
I'm sick and can't be healed
No reason to pop no pills aye look

Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it

they ain't gotta tell

I just bought a eighth of wak
Just drunk it by myself
Took two hoes out the bar
And hit em by myself
I'll pull up on yo block

pussy so fast
When I'm moving
I be looking like an asian
Yo this pussy is amazing
So amazing
Black and native persuasion is caucasian
I'm so amazing
Y’all

Everyday

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin'

2000

(Violent J talking)
"Yea...everyday...everyday..psychopathic everyday...eh yo Twin Gats where you at boy?" "I'm Psychopathic Rydin'" "yea, alright

Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wassup dog?
Seven commandments, knahmean?
Yo son, with the seven commandments

Chorus: (6x)
Yo I'm about the army shit,

yo head down to yo feet
Hear them angels when you speak
You the one I gotta keep (Nah nah nah nah)
By my side where I need you
And I know you gone ride

dirt
And I'ma make 'em recognize your worth
Through the words of my work
To the children reared in the gutters
By single mothers
This might kill your big

f-f-f-flatlines
Page by p page, I'm in an out r-r rage
Crowds lose their minds when
I'm on s-s-stage
I deliver my sick rhymes f-for the glory
Just another

embedded f-f-f-flatlines
Page by p page, I'm in an out r-r rage
Crowds lose their minds when
I'm on s-s-stage
I deliver my sick rhymes f-for the glory
Just

defender
I don't need no lizzie
We never surrender
Cuh she never go quit me
Ain't no contender
Cuh that is my Trinny
(Yo)
You got a ting and that's sick

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo yeah, 30-30
Yeah, you know how we rockin', nigga
Walk up, smoke a nigga just like a cigarette
Only headshots 'cause the aim

I been drinking smokeing
Sipping pouring rolling
Thinking bout last time I overdosed
On some dumb shit
Had fam like oh shit
They was so sick
I was so

no attitude in here

Bitch move
Shit, I got the drip and the sauce 
You can tell by the way that I walk
So gone off the gas, so I really can't talk

though
I'm sick of needing you, I see you when my eyes close
I hope these feelings die slow, only thing that I know is
That I need some therapy, so bear

with, can’t control it so reckless
Challenge that’s a bold gesture, 'cause to the top my soul’s destined
Got my checklist, won’t stop till that gold

I ain't playing no games
You should've been known
Shit got me riding round
Already broke the code
So what are these claims
Yo baby got no soul
Can't

I come from an era of sick piru's and fly dudes
While I'm posted up writing hi-kus
My whole life I've been expected just to pay dues
Clueless state

Ay yo Weezy- you ready to
Get at these niggas, man?

You already got em

Who you? Weezy Baby
I do what the fuck I wanna
Come from the corner they

Sharon Stone on the 'Last Dance'

It's easy past, when I'm runnin' with your lady

Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' your Mercedes, so what, nigga?

If writtin'

like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this

the difference
I know that I am such, so bitch, you treat me like that nigga
Record it when we fuck , but still ain't never take a picture

Yo hoe rockin, slam

I love when a dick is curvy
Yo flow so tired Pod
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Like my god
Save the money that use for the studio bitch you whack
And stop leasing

I'm all bout that action
Florida Jit so you can't catch me lacking
Carry yo weight I do not do the slacking
My crew got sticks but we not on the madden

Can I Eat It?

DJ Quik

Safe & Sound

1995

can't do nothing for you on that tip girl (I don't wanna eat it)
So you can keep that salmon sandwhich to yo' self (don't wanna eat it)
Well I kick it