Lyrics:
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
Some call me a modern anarchist
I prefer to think I'm a social arsonist
I'm not the guy motivated by an endgame
I guess that's what they call
stuff
Don't peak before us, you peaked before us
Now I can't call my bluff
I don't think it's enough
Where you can't really live by
I'm the greatest
moe
I got you by your toe
You run you run you run
Nowhere nowhere to go
I got you by your throat
My body is your prison (you)
Itsy bitsy little guy
primed for its dining
Two minds, two lives, this is what miley meant
With the circles, and the climbing.
~
I love my guy, so the scars in my heart I had
guess both our mom's places
Are still on rent control
I was that wick, small, sad, sag, punier guy
You was as big
Tall and bad back in junior high
No
train, like a Siamese twins
Connected by brain I feel the pain
My heart bleeds seeing little kids on hawking in the street
God please please giv'em some
work with the little bit I got
Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!"
I'm so high I can't see you from here
Both eyes on the money, it's looking
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
Live close by, visit often
That'll work, that'll work for me
Live close by, visit often
Save us both a lot of misery
You fix me breakfast
I'll buy
keep going the breezes keep blowing)
(The cigarette smoke from our eyes)
How I envy the fellas that live by a shady old nook
And cute little guy who's
laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in
laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
bucks will roll
In, and, most importantly
Power will be maintained by the groovy guy
(or gal) who gets the most media
Coverage for his sleaze naturally
Yeah
Let me tell you a little something about where I live,
This is called Rakin' The Dead,
Im from a Place Called Forest Gate,
Forest gate is
Yeah
Bad guy, with precision explain the definition
The indecision of this stressed case, what is a villain
A militant killer, charges to face, long
phone
Bobo by a brand new benz weh a teleport and him a just twentyfour
Big mansion with e pool and e tenis court them a say we selling coke
Why
Cause we
Now remember shawty, we were spose to ride together
Now take a moment and just picture our lives together
Cause we both know you could've been my
because of you
What you got yourself into
[Violent J]
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks
I'ma tell you a little bit about myself
So much pain in my body, that's why I'm nonchalant
Yeah, EightBallD shit nigga
I just want you to hear me out
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
believes you when you talk about all lives
I'm tired of the villains actin' like they're the good guys
Tired of the villains actin' like they're the good
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