Lyrics:
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative
seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthaf**kas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics,
tucked away in that system /good luck with that scrap/nasty black mak under my mink floor mats in that black saline /red beam/ on that machine /you could
In a dead end town
There's a has-been clown
Who serves mudfish filet
To the masses at the circus
By the pier in the dark
In the rain by a rock
In
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
every time I see your face
I'm counting down the seconds, till we're in the same place
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
With you by my side,
the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in to 1717.17 FM
Journey through the infinity
Is about to start just
Any moment
my black ass right there and get shot see (Fool)
But fool it ain't no going out
See I keep storing clout
And show these niggas what I'm all about
through blank stares
Get your mind right
Words said by talking heads
Tell-lie-vision
When chemical lines kill minds
Info red target
Inner city markets
Caught in the middle
But I faught just to get to the
Spot where I got, oh God (God)
Guide like a missle
Till I get where I wanted
To get by my
done heard of wayz
I see one, two, Niggaz actin live
3 seconds past before I blast with my 4-5
6 shots, 7 cops, just to take 8ball
9 witnesses
all you motherfuckers remember
[hook]
[Sen Dog]
Think of the many moons I been away from home
On the seven seas or wherever I roam
Black Beard takin'
black but the red on my brakes
Yuh
No way you stoppin' me
No TC so we slidin' free
Red lines we toppin' speeds
Like DK in that Fifty Z
Out here we move in
butters
You aint cold as ice we melt summers
Red and black lo lumber jack got us jumping out all summer
You dont care to think its no wonders
Live in
up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my,
I make in a day what you make in a week
I fuck my nigga 7 days of the week
He rubbing my ass he don't like petite
Smoke a nigga like a swisher sweet
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next
Been an outcast
Since I was about seven
Living in hell
Just couldn't see heaven
Within seconds testing
Hand on my pulse am I dead
Just checking
through the seven seas
I'm flowing stupid
Never been shot by cupid
I don't lie in songs, my verses been on some true shit
That's probably why they loving
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
niggas Scottie Pippen
Red track red seats bitch I need a red key
You know Nel that's my brother and I fuck with SRT
Black glock magazine man I keep that
Show me your hands
GUN, GUN, GUN
Shots fired, Shots fired (Copy, shots fired)
SHOW ME YOUR HANDS
Five-seven he's down
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