Lyrics:
I apologize,
Seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
A tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book
and laughed in his face
She reached down and she picked up a rock that was by her foot,
Looked back up at the man and said, no
I do not think that I can change
stays alive Jump off the AM ramps the surf is waist high Blitzed by the mortars that fall from the sky Waterlogged packs that make them sink like a rock
high
Blitzed by the mortars that fall from the sky
Waterlogged packs that make them sink like a rock
Troops being slaughtered can't fire a shot
juggalo, ya know
what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house, walk up
to they mom's, grab em' by the face, and say "FUCK
OFF!!"
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH, FUCK
[Mishon (Doe Mac)]
I'm in the house by at least 6 o'clock (that's right)
Playstation until I drop (ha ha)
Even though I sing the fun don't stop
I'm still
fire every time that
I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift
For the homie Blacastan
Pharaoh Fam, leapin' out the caravan
Mattapan to Maryland
Put words together like Scrabble and
Spit fire iller like Godzilla
I rap about's factual up and down
King Edwards' up and down Bastable
Catch me on the avenue kitties by the
Big shop kitties come from Faircross
Robin
By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple
have the game by its neck, find no clumsiness
See I squeeze hard e choke, I squeezed harder,
I be crusher, bring fire to smoke
When I tell you I’m
of course they gone hate
I rock the Supreme goggles
With the Bape
Extended my knowledge
Now I'm living great
Bananas for a monkey
Bitch Im going ape
I'm
the flyer miles
You can't tell me jack when it comes to puttin' fire out
You need a firehouse filled up with firefighters
To reach this level requires more
Catch me working on my skills
I get it done with time left to kill
I'm just tryna' make my fam proud
Step up and be the man of the house
Am I a man
stay gray
And yea I'm still charming jams, stay
A house by the beach, leave shoes on the bay
The pulse beat beat turns me on in the morn'
And race race
know what happened to my dad
They didn't gave it all so now the house on fire
I was the magic in the hat
I know I got the truth
And I will say it loud
moves get your whole
Face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool
It's simply logic
Produce this hard dick in seconds
Make your
law
Strangest lovers of the fire
Which ignites the halo of our souls
Oh, in Jerusalem we pray
It's time to meet you there
Let's take love
I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice
I hit the ground runnin'
And I never think twice
I'd brave the heat of a
Wild cat fire to satisfy
My animal
I've come up from the Hell's rim rock
"To gather in your souls"
Says Rusty Jiggs to the Devil
"Though I know we're tight
"No devil ever took no
to do, with you.
Living in the sex and the drugs and the rock and roll.
I'll admit it though I lost control.
I met a girl with a positive soul,
She
crack this code
Pussy dem ah gwan like me nuh attack this road
Fuck dem gyal (yeah), snatch dem soul
Drop dem whips, rock dem goal
Did think dem tuff,
to light the fires
As battles end
And lovers war
The poets write
What souls died for
If we stay here
Will pictures fall
Will we hold on
To nostalgia
Flames
the one room I've ever paid rent for
(line needs to be added)They play ez rock but i was set for
The soul purpose to rock you damn ready
To keep the hand
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