Lyrics:
much for watching
Who was that you were just talking to
On about doctors, you wonder
I know I'm a goner
And I don't need someone to talk to
I just need
competition into casualties
First track gotta show all the people that I can rap
Combat anybody who talking behind my back
Face facts I'm the future and pretty
just wanna thank my mother
For having me after she had my brother
All that pain and that suffer
She ain't just have us natural, the doctors they had
name is she gone charge for conversation
And I’m her p i not her p o but I got her on probation
I met her in st. albans queens but she was from panola
ain't right here
Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah
As a monologue, talking
Diana: [Spoken]
Stairs...
Doctor Madden:
Go step by step into
The darkness down there.
Diana: [Spoken]
Should we turn on a light? You know, with
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
imitating or they spectating
Talking on our shit not knowing
They can never fade us never overtake us
That's the detrimental danger
To the imitator
By
cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
And they know about the shit
cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
And they know about the shit
they're not alone?
Look, we talk about places we destined to be
Unaware of your own life's destiny
I asked this crazy dude, "Why you talking
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
obsession, the acceptance of me by my
father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home.
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
SMACK
Then you a Molly addict
I don't know what they got you
On after the car crash
But you must've got a doctors
Pass for popping Xanax
Who the fuck
and maybe that was
A gross exaggeration of it
Me having sex with my maid who can't clean
Doctor: I am the doctor here tell
Me how did this dream begin?
Dita:
Who
Abort you niggas too
I'm a doctor, helicopter
Shit we bombing niggas too
Aye what the fuck you bang
You look like a lame
Talking heavy, crazy
Shit
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
of my niggas i hear everybody talking
He spending too much money be humble
Man fuck all that who was talking when I was
Dead broke starving huh?
Ay Gutta,
will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table
ya
You gon' need that ghost
And I ain't talking bout the one with the most
I'm talking bout the one with the power
The one who'd sneak up on you in
a doctor)
Oh shit surgery, killing all the currency
I don't give a fuck, uh shit 911 been emergency
Bitch I sip it, talking shit when they die, who they
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