Lyrics:
brought my slaughter for the cobra
torment under my corset
squeeze, pretty in all black
then they cut me in four quarters
you play dress like the master
but
the way it is
And life ain't nothing but a great big pop quiz
She's got a halo held a top her head by a set of horns
She could seduce the son of god, get
Sabbath
Faster than a rabbit
Grab the beat and then I smack it
You cannot fuck with me nah
You can't even touch me
Bitch get the fuck up off me ayy
New
It's weighing me down how I feel so numb
Fading to black as I think I am done
There's nothing to say and no place to run
So I tune it all out
We're all out there riding on this rock to stay alive
Elevated levels, finding new ways to get by
You don't know your next could be your last before
want favors I got my picks and chooses
Therapy sessions for closure finally can get into it
I never mattered to you darling and I got tired of acting
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich
Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit
I'm black even though my skin's kind of light
That mean my
This is for all my black people
We need to get it together y'all
One love one kind
One heart one mind
With God it's all possible
My black people my
No, no, no, you're doing it all wrong
You're playing so fast and playing so many notes
It's about the notes you don't play
Miles Davis is Nu-Metal
I
of town and get laid down
It's music loud, windows down, summer heat vibing
It's live when I'm gliding, I'm smoking while I'm driving
Riding, mini skirts
losers
I been ot like I'm clueless
Only way I'm fleeing is if I see police cruisers
How many nights I spent T man it's countless
Plenty nights I couldn't
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
to be all outta whack
And don't bother with excuses whether white or black
To blame it on a color won't get a result
Because history reveals to me how
black people we all gonna drop
You don't even get, paid a whole lot
Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!
Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!
ya ya ya
Black culture rules the world
Number one style so player
Take pain turn it into style
Gave you blues , gave you jazz
Gave you rock and roll
necronomicon
Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre
Of unholiness in my mind
Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath!
Shootin' up to get my rush
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
the air
If you got nothing
This is how we losers salute
(Hey hey hey hey whoa, Hey hey hey hey)
They say it's all or nothing
Ain't it something how we're
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
black then it's fine
And if my pupils turn black
If they're black then it's fine
Smoking pot inside my house
Messing up all of my walls
The smoke inside
Yeah
Xander on this one
Fat Daddy
Yeah
She say she like my thing
Yes I like it
I mean my black man thing
Yes I like it
She say she like my thing
Yes
maneuver with the Ruger
Look, I gotta win
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo
You ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's Operation "Get
it
She's in my lucid dreams
Her face streams in my head she knows it
I can't get her out of my mind
I'm just a loser
But I'm a loser and she
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