Lyrics:
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
Take me down to The Watering Hole
I'll drink my sins away
Take me down to The Watering Hole
I'm the one they love to hate
Big Jim's on the door
There's got to be more
Emisunshine, Jim Lauderdale, Alisha Hamilton
Chorus
Now I ain't no bird
But I can see that sky
Down in this valley
It's
look up my number
Call me on the phone and say
Hey, boy, where you been so long
Don't you know me
I'm your ace in the hole
Two hundred dollars,
Intro/Chorus: The Lox
Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't
one, y'all need to get that through ya head)
Done sat though many runnin' mouths
Tellin' me it's in my head til' I get em to the south
Where they buried
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
not a groupie
Neither are my friends here
Jim and ian and aynsley and don and frank
None of us are groupies
Pleased to meet all you girls
Hiya howie...
i’ll tell you about
E in a minute but they want to get my number
You know, to squash the whole shit
And because of E
I gave them my number i gave them
My
alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
On me
Fucking with this just a means to an end
Thought out the box with Fever
Then a year later I started to do this again
Heavy the head, my spirit was
my face is melting
If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head
If you read my mind, you can
my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova
[Chorus : 2x]
[Jim Jones:]
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its
Electricity
The thing you need like a hole in his head is publicity
Go shine like a Christmas tree
Verily, verily, I tread through like merrily
Giving all
sword of rap, straight up your spine sap
So you will be too scared, you swallow my style in your stomach
Let me shoot my sperm, until she screams
Now I said I got time
Bitch if you want it we can run it
Blow a hole in yo stomach
Semi-automatic packing
I call em my lil drummers
See the money that
In the heat of the moment
I stay cool
Being real though I get potent
Never chose this state
Some say I was chosen
In my very own lane
Just to keep my
or no (Talkin' yes or no)
Blacked out face, and I ain't talkin' Jim Crow (Talkin' Jim Crow)
We gone shoot him in his head, and we gone let that nigga know
the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
..
[MC Serch]
3rd Bass, but not
niggas redoing tattoos putting bullet holes in bullet scars
Lauderdale I am rapping I ain't stepping if I ain't got no iron weapon
I'm lying I don't need
I'm not even massive
Gravity defined by my density and passion
Black hole
What's up with the rations?
I want everything between the stars
clears the glass
Choking on her blood but she doesn't want to die
Stomp her face with my boot til she's no longer alive
As Jim wakes I'm in the passenger
my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova
[Chorus : 2x]
[Jim Jones:]
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its
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