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a hippie stick
Stuck in the head trip

Castles in Palestine
Doves and diamonds
Binded by the glare
I'm gazin' at a gem

Sexy lil' shawty
Blondie like Madonna

all my guap
Do this for my Scum niggas
Man, they all I got, uh

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But this MAC-11 take his soul
Tag his toe, burn

of being
Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing
Just a corpse and of course there'd be no rising of the dead
No apocalypse of zombies and no

higher than the moon

Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me
She say...
Every stone a story, like a rosary
Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime

me strong,
So i'll take my scars and move along.

I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises

Everybody percied up and drunk off alcohol but I am stone cold sober
Real bold soldier
The feeling in my chest is hella hot but I couldn't feel any colder

I'm a
Champion
Through hurt and pain and suffering
I've won
Picked myself up and kept going
Sticks and stones can shatter bones, but I pieced em

is coming peacefully
Sticks and stones don't fuck my bones
Somebody help me give me sum
Everytime I'd also fall right back

[Verse 1:]
It was back in

drown
And they'll watch you float
All of these sticks done turned into stones
Weight on my shoulders
Its breaking my bones
They say that I'll quit
But I

said
And even harder when they’re said by a friend

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I won’t let your hurt me
Your dirty words may sting 
But

Sticks and stones won't break my bones
But your words do hurt, do you really know?
Can you take it slow?
Do you see what you become?
When you talk

collapse
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But stones make me feel better
Don’t condone what I’ve been doing
But I can’t take the pressure
I remember way

that clock take its last tick
And now we champions
Etched in stone Infinite
So if you asking him
The answer is always
Sky Limit
And now we champions

Church i think I got a high-dea
I do

Light on, hey I think I got a high-dea
Wish a motherfucker would so I
Could start a fire here
Go grab a stick

round round
Home bound now
Money come slow
I gotta calm down
I'ma get it, I'ma get it by any means (Yeah!)
Take a crack at it’ll have you just like fiend

them demons take control
Play with sticks let's rock and roll
Have my youngan in ya zone, it's demon time I'm in that mode
We get ya stepped behind my

bitches take a hint
call me senku i got heavy fuckin stones on my wrist bitch 
yo girl she flat just like a domino 
askin how we only make bangers like

Calling me grandma i'm cooking up pies
I'll say fuck Medusa and stare in her eyes
I'll turn her to stone, take her head as a prize

Bolstering Boastfulness - Bias-
Bringing Binoculars
Behind – Believe Bombs Blasted Boys B.C – Bullets Bruises Blame Bush – Barack Begetting Blazing
Bases By

(Fighter)
Rap is in my genes like denim
Every sound bite eat the track like venom
Never copy trends nigga I invent em
In the game like Beckham, take the rules

Though the stress has got me heavily breathing
North, South, East and West
I'm surrounded by demons
Possessed beings
After my semen
Wanna' see me die

my collar
Son live by the gun die young
Like Anna Nicole Smith
But like the courtroom shooter
The hammer the verdict
I'm sick and perverted
But like

Yo it's that nigga Killa Cri and I don't take no fuckin shorts
Psycho stricken up on your porch with diesel fluid and a torch
Bringing it back now

guess that I'm her Ken
But I don't fuck with many people so I'm never a kin
I take my bitch on an adventure like a nigga was finn
I got a million dollar