Lyrics:
us sedated
But remember what the declaration of independence stated?
All men are equal and that's the way they're created?
But when that was written,
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
Get a real job
Keep the wind to your back and the sun on your face
All the immediate unknowns
Are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
"When you're on the run from the police you got two options
Turn yourself in, or come out blasting!"
The chase ain't over the battle ain't done
this kid could be the greatest rapper on earth
He said his balls are small but look at the size of that dome
My parents called me Paul and then they took
should boast
For we are His workmanship that God only knows
I don't need another miracle to know that You're God
I have seen my salvation paid by Your
How are things in your little world?
I hope they're going well, and you are too
Do you still see the same old crowd?
The ones who used to meet
How are things in your little world?
I hope they're going well, and you are too
Do you still see the same old crowd?
The ones who used to meet
Would you like to meet the villain somewhere
Underneath the skull of a moon.
Fire burned his eyes out
Cause his chains are too long for you.
bleeds
The kind of news that makes you fall down on your knees
I bet on you way too much
Stood by you now you're out of touch
It must be my very luck
kill you the same
By hanging you over an open end flame
Or I'll leave you alive with your body parts maimed
And I'll leave you so scarred as you're
and poverty live side by side
because our god is money and by his rules we must abide
now whether you think you were put here by some deity
or a fluke clumping
close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
The crops are all in and
The peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all
I'm pained by all of these periods
Where morals are running delirious
It's our dream, out of radius
I'm letting off kites over barriers
I'm
don't want to gain the whole world)
We're relying on you (and lose my soul)
All eyes are on you Lord
All eyes are on you (all eyes are on you Jesus)
brazen asshole puts his hands on my balls
The police have to arrest me because his face meets a wall
Proof positive I don’t care if you are a queer
But
Therapy needed I can't control this energy
Hennessey dipping I swear these shots are killing me
I left the soda for the powder shit I'm loving it
But
Never gonna stop till I drop till I’m done
I got a feeling yea it’s a creeping, buzzing like a fly on his happy way home
Down at the dancehall they're
By the time you hear this
I'm already dead
I've been enraged
Its the end of days
Where survival is dependent
On my sinful ways
I'm searching for
friendly fire!"
And Mike's just playing games with his dad
He's like "I didn't, I didn't!"
And dad's yelling at him like "you're a liar!"
And I come out
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