Lyrics:
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
window
Brown grass or green grass
Picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
You just lift your arms higher
Raise 'em 'til your arms tired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard
the wrong arms right into that dive bar
Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire
Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons
One
Got 'em all hired (straight up)
Ex-girlfriends (old hoes)
Got 'em all fired (bye-bye)
Don't you cross the gang, dawg
We're like barbed wire
got a thousand stories
Fields of glory
Fields of glory
You drive by and see a barbed-wire fence
I see boys turning into men
I go back every now
hesitates
"First Doctor can I see the back of your neck?"
When I asked Dad about his neck he said he caught it on Barbed wire in the dunes,
But there's
victims unidentified, so check it
You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
What I use to torture liars:
Either fire, barbed wire, live
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future
comin' off shit but a drive-by
I guess they want to expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire
I use a cobra snake for a neck tie
I got a brand new house on the roadside
Made from rattlesnake hide
I
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
where I'm From,
I ain't chew get it, I stay true with it,
Barbed wire flow, don't get tangled in it,
Real nigga yes, all about the hustle,
Till I
Broke out da pen
Blood on barbed wire
Safe in your home
Gated zone terrorizers
Nowhere ta go
Far as I can get hitchhikers
(Lost boys)
Fuck a job
a live wire
I aint even got a plug
Sharper thatn Barbed Wire
Young nigga got it out the mud just respect it
Aint got time
Aint got time
I got better
Big coals, corn rows, barbed wires, bows and hides, dirt roads
Tractors, trucks and overalls
Copper heads, grig beds, pickup a rock and find
be, I look across barbed wire
Think about sparks higher than I can fathom and those dark wires
Silhouetted on the moon from the pavement to the ether
Tennessee and it
Pumps through my veins
Where barbed wire replaces concrete
And the chains where handshakes are hugs
We fly our own flags
The home
to empires
Slay the liars with barbed wire 'n' pliers
Sent by Gaia to annihilate 'n' spit hellfire, burn you in a pyre
Are you mad you admire me, tired of me
tried
To run through some barbed wires
I am on fire, spit and it cause fires
Gun shells, same size as a car lighter
Catch niggas in the crossfire
The AK
true with it,
Barbed wire flow, don't get tangled in it,
Real nigga yes, all about the hustle,
Till I get that call from god sayin,"I want you"
I
craving for my flesh
I ran as fast as I could to the fence and
Like Spiderman I climbed the fence
Through the barbed wire and down the other side
Unlike
down my path
The dark so heavy you can’t
Even light a match
Black goat of the woods with
A barbed wire bat
We got murder tools, cutters
Guillotine you in
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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