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a fucking ass-hole
He makes me sick talking by guns n' roses
I'm an old fashioned rocker, tired of bad drinks
Listening the song of angels: ice rocks in

quarter blunt up on the mic
Treat my life like Quarter Four
Leave you D Rose'd on the floor
Fuck you mean by "mi amor", bitch 
Did you taste my porridge?
I

My mindset on another level, I’ll never settle
Songs dropping like rose petals
Records show that I’m undermined by other guys, it’s no surprise
When

in self made labyrinths

Thirteen hours to escape
David Bowie 86
Guns N Roses 87
Got an Appetite for Slim

Eminem has been my hero ever since

I saddled & tally ho 
Now I see clearer than Lasik, I got my ascics laced up for the matrix
So Run

Live by the gun better die for it 
Fresh till I'm

at school I was
Never had sense of direction, I was lost
Removed from the State school by the mother, oh
Soon enough I was moved to a private shithole
Yeah,

W domu grał magnetofon, w sejmie zmieniały się rządy.
Ja słuchałem "Fasolki", a straszy brat ''Guns N' Roses''.
Lata beztroski, dziecięce pląsy.

ya hand to the casket 
Girl
I just wanna see you living lavish
Sipping on rose outta golden chalice 
Wanna change ya life move ya
Ass to a palace 
Cuz

your boat
Headed to that last resort like Papa Roach
Locked and loaded, comin' straight for the blow
Guns N' Roses but have some patience tho
I ain't

None of these nikkas want smoke 
No I carry 50s and Choppas we is Puranas
You still post Up by the store 
All Of my Niggas is poppin you Niggas dropping

Shawty sucking bust a shell in her lounge
Fell in a slump, ponder if I wanna live dwelling on funds
I'm getting close to a cell and a gun

Throwing Dice

I'm cool by nature
High as fuck let me talk to you later
Feeling like im outta space alien AI
Speeding up the race watch me day n nite
Diamonds in my

I found it and rocked it
I'm talking rockstar lifestyle Guns N' Roses in the cockpit
Hundred degrees i'm like a disease these rappers be thinking they

on the radio)
Hella Sex and rock and roll yeah
(Sex and rock n roll)
Doing drugs on the road yeah
(Drugs on the road)
Guns and roses
(Yeah)
I hit the weed

deep
Hate you bitches like my name was Joseph
Keeping heavy metal like Guns N' Roses, uh
Smoking chronic man it be so smoo-ooth
I don't listen

Bang cuz the money gets made like that
Oh the money gets made by the stack
And I might just run up a check
Cuz Killa just keep it a rack
And a hater

juxtaposing
Show up strapped to your funeral, thats guns n' roses

Sweet Child O' Mine (Guns N' Roses)

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh

you knockin' on heaven do'
I really rock, Guns n' Roses, shorty want a rockstar
I think I'm you, I fucked ya hoe (I'm you, I fucked ya hoe)
RAIDER, I

Ain't never ever help
When I was lock down
I knew I was better by my self
I geek it up
No driven slow
I'm the wrong person the do wrong
F*** up, I won't

lots'll front to try & get what they want
but ain't no fun when the rabbit's got the gun
get stuck & from the cloth i'm cut
plenty plush for all of us

know I got the product
Selling weed ain't Shit but that dope a problem solver
Until you caught up in a jam n your dawgs don't even bother
To hit you up

the ball and lead then on my own
This armored flower boy
Like guns n roses
Don’t take the blame
I'm never satisfied
They sleepin on me
I got baggy eyes

Durk
Rockstar shit like Guns N' Roses
Her pussy like water so I called in Moses
Wrist on plain Jane but I froze it
Virgin Mary but I ain't no Joseph
She