Lyrics:
I don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve
It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh
クノイチ
When these 忍者s coming out the shade she know on enemy (Sheesh)
Two blades around my hip one on her so we got like three
But it's bout like four
men pussios suck my dick seven nine three come die by the clique
first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades
Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed,
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
ever gets me
Hold on a second, I gotta pee toilet flushes
'K, I'm done
What's up everybody? My name is Zac
My lyrics are wack
After my brand new album
her ass, a lighter and a match
Explode the extinguisher
Joking about penises, bayonet 3 inches
See both your knees totally broke
Tattoo when I blast
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
on a rusty creek pork
And three years went by
Of snake bites and full auto blood
When I lost my leg taking a piss on an old landmine
So they sent me home all
dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
done 3 opps and I done it with the blade DS is tapped and you know we got the same traits consistent upping my pay rate turn victim boy you better chase
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
I'm with my demon twin, demon in my blood and in my soul, pass that heater twin
AP on my wrist, my diamonds dancing, but you know that twin, ay, ay,
the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
beams keep a blade on my hip
I got first blood let my hounds have a taste
Feel it through their veins, it’s the only thing they crave
You sleep when it’s
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
blood on my Fazos (Okay)
Sure, them niggas gave 'em lines of the Karo
(Wassup)
Watch the boy pour it up in his Faygo (Okay)
Got the blade, oh
Where your
I'm tossing, I'm turning, my stomach is churning
My thoughts reoccurring, my head won't stop hurting
My heart won't stop yearning, my blood won't
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
to herself she wouldn't break her promise that soon
Not one cut, not two cuts, not three cuts
But four the blood just started dripping from the tub
to hunt at night
Over three weeks the boy still floating in a creak
Lady across the street saw
But she wouldn't dare to speak
A New metal bat to smash caps
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