Lyrics:
here to start bringin' it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin' bitch niggaz
By the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin' you like
since I met you
Looking at the cars that drive on by
While spring is making promise outside
Red cars are quite rare I realize
Then I wonder which
since I met you
Looking at the cars that drive on by
While spring is making promise outside
Red cars are quite rare I realize
Then I wonder which
for love
And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat
I can't save the whole street, so I feel
Now he's confined
They'll try to cure his mind
For him it's too late
To obliterate
His brain gets shrinked day by day
Soon it all will fade away...
One person's trespassing
Is another's rite of passage
Give me my right of passage
Right of passage
We burn the land to cure it.
Protect and not
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin
Smooth it lingers, you
The cure and the cause, of my blues
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
the signs
Just rearrange me don't call the doctor
The cure is in my mind
Oh yeah, yeah
I'm feeling all my angels
Oh yeah, yeah
I'm faded by design
back from me
Do you do you do you do ya
See the solution to the tragedy?
Dubatschipikupokinou
Dubatschipikupokinou
I’m gonna rock it by myself
Well,
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
it...
One by one, to department stores
We walk through the aisles
In a forest of designer clothes
You touch me and smile
And, oh, for a moment
I could
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Praise you only, now and forever
All the glory, it belongs to You
By Christ's power, we're victorious
Been set free
I come
Znikają więc sentymenty
Potem wszyscy zdziwieni że rośnie chorób słupek
A pozwalają by decydował byle dupek
W garniaku krawacie i Porsche Cayenne
By wszyscy
know pray for my demise
New life
I'm connected
New mob ties
Silverback
In a Maybach
You a super bum nigga
I know you wish me bad
All the hate
I'm already
da odkręcić
Choć indywidualistom myśl tę niełatwo znieść dziś
Chcesz być w grze musisz biegać do śmierci
I nie pozwolić by dopadła Cię bieda bo
got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with
I can guess
No place I've ever called my home, though I couldn't care much less
But the trains don't run by the way they did before
And they don't
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