Lyrics:
Of course I've come to drill, lay hands on shoulders and knees
Back the word of God, my sword, cuisine
Automatic sword fanatic, you can call me Wolverine
surrounded
By some doubts and
Devious scheming
It put me out my dreaming
Land where I see my thinking come into meaning
Grand how I liked to scheme it
a chopper all my niggas killers
You can tell by they posture
I'ma spill a nigga's noodles like I
Waste a bowl of pasta murder make me happy
Told my mama not
I was a child in the sixties
By the decades end a teenager
Then came cars and girls and
School and booze
They gave me a key in 75
It opened a door
am a monster
That should be feared when I stand up to conquer
Drop to your knees or choose death by my hand
Tears in her eyes screaming at me to hold
And before you drag on
Tell your ass to stay back!
Donkey, see? Something uglier than me!
Get out my swamp! Get off my beat!
Hey, list 'em: head's twisted
the record and realize
It's always been this way a change of year
Don't mean a thing here it's all the same
Defecate just a different three by eight
Theres
I tried to let this shit die down but they played about my gang
Go check the stats nigga i been doing this shit by myself
Choppa hit his head i put
body so tense where's the suspense
I don't know all I know is that this feeling's immense
Like a black hole sucking me up wearing me down
Losing my smile
image
True artist by definition
Hi definition
Flaws and all
Took a loss like the Pistons
I was too chained
Like Tity Boi
Now I'm riding round and I'm
like when the grenade a dud
A bum, what you callin' Old Doug
Coming by my mama house, askin' after me for what?
Sleepin' dogs, you either buryin'
just begun
my Life my Life!!
Well, there will be many people
like past me.
I know that feeling as much as
to be painful.
As for feeling such all from me
boombastic
Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit
Original incredible lyrical hook for years
But y'all wasn't trying to hear
Like you hear them
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.
Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
back
I'm packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks
Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9's
Squeezing triggers for
shit quick phoney g'z won't call
I mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die lord
I wear black to keep ma i.d. on the low
I'm all about makin'
Standing in line at the grocery
A bunch of magazines are looking back at me
They got a Bigfoot Elvis and a UFO
Well it's on TV so it must be so
nothin' come between us if we ride
'Cause I got yo back and you got mine
I promise to love you and stay by your side
'Cause your my bonnie baby I'm yo clide
me in
All life shed from my skin
Branded to sell your lies
And rewrite a history in your eyes
Now let me push those eyes back into the soft tissues
Nothing seems to ever really work out at all
I found myself in a new hell
You got your pitchfork
And you stabbed me in the back
Never ever thought you'd
my beer
Everybody's wonderin', when I'm gettin' out of here
Well, I've played my Rudy Vallee, they're all pukin' in the back
I'm leering
to live, but buddy it's your ass
So you better be prepared when you hit that grass
Gotta stop, drop, and roll- it happened all in a flash
Barely time
want to be where we see the sea
You and me by the sea
Don't wanna be where the sky is grey
Mean what I say - the sky is grey
Back in the rainy
care at all
It all seems like your ready to watch the whole world fall
Selfishness is the root to our hatefulness
Confusion is brought up by
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