Lyrics:
the arse to be quite blunt, sir, excuse my French but ...
(They have reached BRIAN and MANDY's house. MANDY goes in. BRIAN gives the
BEGGAR a coin.)
BRIAN
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
She gon' make sure I'm right
Get in first-line, let it take off
You made it brine then I take off
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
feet
J's on my feet
So get like me
I be in the club standing on the couch
In them Wolf Greys like it's my house
Drinking out the bottle, I got no
God forbid you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin' back and getting you and your kids
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Dom, dom, dom
Thought I heard something
free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out of my feet (nails out of my feet)
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose
I flipped
the chaos of this crowded, messy house
'Cause the good old days are happening right now
I will remember you walking towards me in that dress
Long after I've
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
mind, I see the house I'm buildin'
In my hands, the hammer and the nail
Gonna send my wishes up to Glory
Gonna shake that devil off my trail
In my
live in
I'm not the car I drive, no
I'm not the job I work
You can't define my worth
By nothing on God's green earth
My identity is found in
the owner never accepted my offer
I want to maintain my privacy, the house was so enchanting
Set back in all the trees
I'd bought the house for the curb
is wasted by my hand
Time is wasted when you’re
(In my darkest hour I fear I’m not strong)
My grandma lives alone in a tiny, tiny house
Her dog died
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
The Killing Fields
[Violent J]
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin
Brick by brick and stone by stone I'm going to build a little house I can call my own
Night to night and day to day I'm going to hide in my box
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna
bring to table
They chasing my meals
Grime under my nails
That I can't clean out
Silent screams out of my mouth
As memories fade
Stuck in this place
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck
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