Lyrics:
The court finds you guilty as charged
Your sentence is PUI school
For pimpin' under the influence, nigga
Next case
Oh, we got us a repeat offender in
I’ll just go and crouch down by the window and sit in all the pain you left me in
The fires slowly dying as the wind blows
I ask mom where has he
I'm leaving
Hit the gas, no breaks
Pull up to your block better tuck yo chain
With the suicide doors like its Kurt Cobain
Got a bad ass bitch with a bad
my shank, I ain't throwin' no punch
(Woosh) on the phone to Hunch
Just heard the door bust
I think they're doin' spins at lunch
I'm in the Marsh, no
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get
at me, and said, You really think your cool
But all you really are to me is another drunken fool
I tapped the poor boy standing next to me and said hey
life
Which is the soul
Takes me to the next life
Where I will still rock your bone
The side is told
But not believe
Its the grasp and behold
The energy
acting
Like I’m Mr fucking happy guy
Then ask my why
I ain’t say hi
When you passed me by
That shit’s soft
Stupid questions get
Me pissed off
Then I’m
water(drip drip)
That ar gon bust like its bhagdad
I keep the cash in the back pack
She eat me quick like a snack pack
My guy use to rob for the fast cash
once pursued
And the owner of that lot next door
Has a right to do with it as he pleases
Happy birthday, Jesus!
The rent
You're wasting your
after life cuts out
I can't even start screaming cause my life's cut now
Woah
Awaken now with a bitch next door
Better movie in my lap but I can see her
Initialize the ender fog
Only way to send it off
Next time make sure doors are locked
Write it in the travel log
We were fortunate
The orbs break like
the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft
But for the next six months I was rappin my
in, the doors swung wide
And I started to grin as I stepped inside
I smiled as the train pulled outta that station
Sort of tickled by the humor of my
in the kitchen
Guys will try to mess your heart up
But girls I know you got your guard up
Fences fences fences
Fences fences fences
DM full but your
for word don’t stutter or mumble
Step by step in this concrete jungle
Yeah bring back the beat, just rewind
I’m the guy next door behind them blinds
doors of animal cages
Forgive me father for I have sinned raught iron
Grin rusting in the down pour why try and swim
I would walk five hundred miles
together
Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
to the goons man
I mean the real ones no Pretenders Everyone says they've been around
Sweets and teeth but refuse to go to the dentist
These kids their attitude
to the goons man
I mean the real ones no Pretenders
Everyone says they've been around
Sweets and teeth but refuse to go to the dentist
These kids their attitude
to the goons man
I mean the real ones no Pretenders
Everyone says they've been around
Sweets and teeth but refuse to go to the dentist
These kids their attitude
just got a feti' for that fetish, chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish, I had to get by
I'm at war, baby, ain't no way to run (I'm
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