Lyrics:
All right, let's rock it to Russia
Kurt Cobain was a rock singer for Nirvana
He rocked the United States by flying all over the country and playing
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
Hello
Yo I hear you
Yo
What up nigga?
Black
what's poppin?
In the studio finishin up this motherfuckin Murderer album nigga
You really do,
pleasure. Check it out
It's real smooth
(Intro sample: I'm the Slime by Frank Zappa 1973 album Overnite Sensation)
I'm gonna blow your mind (best believe
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
Black Tornado - Dan Bern from his album New American Language
I been speaking-
Later and later in the day-
Most days I don't talk
'til maybe 8
on the plane
Ready to bake this shit
Snake verse crane
Detrail me, hope I fell
I'm hot on your tail people
You can't be the light
I came to Earth first by
fondue
Join the queue
Oh he said that he would take it slow
Wanna walk side by side not in his shadow
Let me glow
Oh he's fucking with my trio
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
line and very effected vocals. In 1998, a special re-mix was made for the album 'Chrono'.
Although "finger-pointing" lyrics were usually avoided, this
angel fallen from on high
I go by many names, but there is one you can't deny
My name is Satan!
Hi everybody! Let me tell you a little bit about
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
It's So Very Nice To Meet You
I'm A Big Fan Of Your Band's Album
Do You Think We Could Meet And Go For Coffee
So I Can Tell You All About My Plans
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Giva fuck
[Sticky Fingaz]
This is AK-47, banana clip rap
Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped
unlikely
Here tryna get these checks, uh Nike
I be outside, i be outside
In the whip, wine down got the stick right by me
Strapped with the plastic
Go back
you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored
Chanel
on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger
The 44
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea
all that fair, end of day
I would scrap this whole ass album all to spend just a day
In the singular place I feel comfortable that's with you cause you
different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O
can take the blame
Ima grab him by the horns and spit up in his face
Tell him I'm creating magic like I'm David Blaine
Like I am number one and you
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