Lyrics:
Come Together, Happiness is a warm gun
Don't pass me by, The long and fucking winding road, Help! A day in the life
(You're just naming Beatles' songs
cry, by my side.
I wrote a song about a man
who’s cheating, and one about a playing wife.
I wrote a song about dying,
and one about a useless life.
Cause
Cannot trust, I be followed by some fake ones
COD zombies yeah I gotta keep a ray gun
Keep a ray gun
Take you
Yuh bad lil shawty I could take you
this itch for something new
And not understood by the cool kid crew
And not in a circle of the red or the blue
We'll take that gun that your ego drew
I
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
the song
Tattoos of my newborn son on my
Right arm by the psalm
I'm legendary like Iverson
Counting cash, splitting the pie with none
Never will I divide
light means stop
This is also a moment God-God tells you to stop
To protect you from harm's way
By pulling you closer to him
When you stop at that red
pain,
And the blood, it stains
The only requiem will be the song the bullets sing
I'm not a mess God made, I'm the messenger of Goddamn death
shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go
Call Stephen, tell him rise some gun fi me quell this fiction
Rifle beyond description, line up bare booby trap from trappin' to quicksand
Uzi mek head
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
The song of salvation until my larynx gone
Never rigid in resurrection was
Never set in stone
Plagiarist proof endeavors embedded
This alone the subject
We're gonna take this, opportunity
To play some old time songs
We got a lap-trap on the off-beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45, we're gonna
your tons up
For 'em put your guns up
One dollar ones-up, mama put your ones up
Say they wilding for
Shoot up, shoot up, shoot up
The station, TV
john(john)
now we cracking guns
and singing that song called revenge
Taking a trip to the underworld(world)
where i got no feelings and no sympathy
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home
As soon as, as far as you could go.
By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue
like the O button
And trade out my guns for me and take and reload em'
If I take you on this ride would you watch out for police and just
Stay by my side
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
blood, shit up himself
Diarrhea
Calico a sing like a love song by Aaliyah
Buy a Benelli weh day, ship it from Miami-a
We a buss di k mek yuh thinner than
of war
Where is my love song
Soldiers no more
Will settle the score
This is serious business
No love in our heart
Machine guns ready
Their sun will never
when you see K9 he always shining bright
They never know say man who sing this song
They never know who tell them leggo de gun
They never know them boy
a saw I wore
I'm a kill
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till it's done
See, I got guns, and I'm sick
See how you said meet me here, and I
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
names echo your fame
Misused freedom songs your names
Your blood trickles down broken drains
Sometimes in vain
You see, the cush of your youth was blood,
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