Lyrics:
your feet by using telekinesis
Pepe Le Pew flow its loving by hella stinky
See I came from a time when teenagers used a binky
And when I was younger I
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
I'ma leave this bitch
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
I was in the middle of the city stuck doing what I do
Stepped outside to smoke a little weed
From the pavement up the street think I saw a scream
Must
we will protest
Murder Murder of the young ones
She chose she
Shes a sin murder her and keep the rapist
I'm so defeated by the world and its concepts
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
Yo, it's simple murder but not incorparated
Homicide musically orchestrated big Syke
The government don't know that name I go by
I'm so high pit
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
rappers
Not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say
Most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's
will get cha'
Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha'
He shook off and looking for shelter
Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan
the intent of fascists
Blistering humanity has fallen by the wayside
Fuck your theories we are the way we are
The violence is out of control
If we paint
she's on Kaleidoscope
And someone says she's Milton
When she didn't even read the book
Or so he's told
Riding on a ghost train to a ghost town
a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
Drew a picture of my
this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat want to be enormous
Plottin' on the next one
Murder one
Grab a hold 'cause you never
Bobby only 22
Rollin down the Avenue
Head always full of steam
Plotting on his next move
Little did he know about the situation overview that he
phone is answered
What? Hey Angelo this is the exterminator
You called for your
Rat problem my account's looking
A little thin
Close-up of what the phone
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
your freedom I'm accustomed to
You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
It's easy to land where they
Dwell with the greasy hands
Twenty to L' what's
playing a dangerous game
Enchanted by your sweet voodoo
Ain't nothing I can do-do-do
Your expert sleight of hand
Things disappear before my eyes
Can't
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,
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