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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · I'm Sticking With You [Session Outtake] (The Velvet Underground) · Crack Attic (The Best of Crack the Sky) (Crack the Sky) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Crack a Smile... And More (Poison) · Crack a Smile... And More (Poison) – and 90 other albums »


all (I can see God)
You can borrow it from your neighbors
Or buy it at the local mall
(Legalize crack)
I love crack
And I know it loves me (more
sense

No one is bulletproof

And I'll eat the skins of my brothers
The alabaster bones will make a perfect wall
Gonna fill in the cracks of these
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
With a little drop of poison in the red red blood
She need a way to turn around the bend
She said I
they call sinners
Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
In a cellar by a chain more bodies
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
With a little drop of poison in the red red blood
She need a way to turn around the bend
She said I
like I tweaked when the beak
Hit the bones, leave him alone

Leaky break fluid but ghost, the boy whip swift
Cruise for the unusually mutual shoes
In
And it hurt just to touch
On the words
I said too much
I was just a kid
I thought that I could not be caught
And much less by the moment
But
broken rib 
Crack, crack! 
Bones are crying 
Mommy's crying and bleeding 
And pleading 
And then 
Daddy wants to fuck 
Dick hard, swelled with power
[Chorus - Master P]

[Wish Bone]

Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas want to let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But
Stray me from my F-Bone beliefs
I'm the one who experiments
With the bullets and the sharks
I'm the cause for the cross-over
For the brand new start in
And everyone should get along
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I'd like to introduce
Our new substitute teacher for the day

His
little kid beautiful for sure contaminated
A crack baby so addicted badly elevated
Moms was killed durin' birth pops was devastated
He left the room more
knew I hated the feeling
From laughing at me whenever they would crack jokes
On my way to the store to get a pack of smokes
For my Nana, Benson
divorcin my thoughts wit cracked bones
And when I rhyme I give more lines than tapped phones

Damage ya beach, burnin' tracks wit flamable speech
Tha
a hundred packs
I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar
Me and my dog throw crack in the jar
Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car
And I
than the back roads
Bubble hotter than Tabasco
More than what you bargained for or asked for

You never see happy, hungry people; that ain't rational
he's grounded with no allowances
for drinking forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up dis you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's
'm on a search to crush a milk bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up dis you for no reason
I'm colder than
wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat
mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas said Buns came through looking
'm on a search to crush a milk bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up dis you for no reason
I'm colder than
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I
poisoned by the chemistry
99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body?