Lyrics:
and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason (the treacherous use)
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep
all I need is quarter
Dream about ice imma put on my collar
Fuck on yo milf and I ice out her daughter
Talk to me nice cuz yo money a toddler
Heat by my
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
it tonight
Before you get hurt
I think you do all right
If you eat different foods
I'm glad you like our pizza but don't be mad
Just try
wouldn't mind you coming home tonight
Psych let me stop it
You the type that I would rather ride with
Be my flight cadet, my co pilot
Yo, excuse me miss,
stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
it one for all
c volunteer firefighter answering the call
c single mother trying to feed her daughter
By sweeping the streets outside the conference
get me love anachie
And you that are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto lord sulton I'll never bear a song
To a son or a daughter, I'll
conditions
Son lost to the streets cus of money, power suspicions
The church don't seem to save lives no mo
Don't wanna hear another rapper died no mo
And all
Bitch I'm cold like the Kremlin
That's subzero
I'm your wife favorite lover
Your daughter's favorite rapper
Your son's hero
Now let's skip the mechanics
Bitch I'm cold like the Kremlin
That's subzero
I'm your wife favorite lover
Your daughter's favorite rapper
Your son's hero
Now let's skip the mechanics
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
my son and my daughter
[1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would
side by side
We'll show the world what's right
EDNA
Looks like i'm touchin' up my roots tonight!
MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE
Then we'll be
Big, blonde
Word is up to the king's dear daughter
And word is spreading all over the land
That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother
That he has
Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely mommas
Cryin, "oh my son, oh lord help my daughter
Calm the ragin seas, please fill the waters"
Readin
small as hell like micro-braids done by Africans
Money's not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine
Just trying to treat tonight like my last
the stars (clways)
Only leads you in the dark (Hallways)
Stop refuting who you are (We shall all change)
Know that Jesus is the mark (To be called saved)
High
Mother Nature so respect me, you ALL my sons
I'm raining on you, rising waters about to flood you out
I'm Lillith, I don't buy Adam's shit, I just kick him
kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
A doomed old day for engagements
They have torn up your arrangements
All the mothers, buying razors
For
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
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