Lyrics:
the names of those you must kill
All must die with their children
Carry their heads to the palace of old
Hang them high, let the blood flow
Now, in this
Bobby I'mma bless her with the scepter
Breakin' head boards fuckin' up the architecture
She got a big butt, she got a big butt
When she walk through
holdin' a grudge is like
Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns
Y'all niggas been
about it
Now my head is overcrowded
With these clouded memories and I can't seem to get you out it
And how the fuck do you sleep comfortably
Knowing
Yeah it's gooder than Meagan, you look good when you're beggin'
I be laughing when you beggin' me, to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face,
And here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all
disappeared before me
I bowed my head in silence and remembered all thoughts that he had thunk
He said I come from the land of darkness
He said I come from
make believe this is gonna last
Forever doesn't seem long enough
Forever don't seem long enough
Forever
I will hold you up over my head
Spread
alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
All through the bar's
cold outside, but brightly lit
Skip the subway
Let's go to the overground
Get your head out of the mud baby
Put flowers in the mud baby
Overground
hope to dare, that you hear my prayer
And somehow I'll be there
It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay
And though the walls of this prison
I'm not the butler, I'll cut you
Head-butt you, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, punk mothafucka
Here to let you know, boy, oh
eyed light of day
The path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
And I don't really care
Now
explain)
I said (can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well,
sentenced to the pendulum
Killing them, I voted for Andre Benjamin
Head of black music do you know what rhythm is?
Stick your head in the basket, it gets
Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line
Running o'er the C and O road just twenty minutes behind
Running into Cevile head porters on the line
pass by me friendships and small ships and hardships and dreams
That's where I want to be here where it all comes around
Oh, my head is in the sand
Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothin' till you
You got your head in your supper
And the eyes of your mother, baby
Locked on you
Everybody wants a piece of you, oh yeah
And your phone keeps
I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
your spirit in
To all my niggas that's gon' fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
Stay blessed
Your touch, your taste, your breath, your face
Your hands, your head, you're sweet, your love
Your teeth, your tongue, your eye, you're mine
Your
I'm a give all I got, to try and get that gwop
Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle
Go 'head and get the cops
I use my talent to get more figures
My head keeps turnin' turnin'
Like Russian roulette
Thoughts are like bullets
I cannot do this...do this...
Do this...
Do this...
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