Lyrics:
knocking every boot to knock yo lights out
And If you talking on the wolf then what's your pack bout?
Ugh
Mines simple and clear
Everything can change in
Triple six shit (Heh)
I’m at your door like a Jehovah’s Witness
Takin’ care of business
I spit that sick shit, Tuskegee syphilis
Told your kids, pledge
have ice on their neck
But God has eyes (icy) on my album
Because I baked an album off of my flaws
Yeah, make good use of your pain
I got a phone it's
the war is active and u bring it to they door
I never tamper with others people's gardens because
Its easier to water mines than poison yours
You talkin
Melting into rainbows
You took the water
One step to(o) farther
I met you down by the lake
You threw your towel in
Left me there howlin'
As I tried
they have become mentally paralyzed
With hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness
Blessed to electrify with
nights in his eyes
The road's an oasis
Where travellers lie
We're straw dogs now
Yeah we're straw dogs now
The wolf's at your door
He approaches himself
seen pounds of dope
These niggaz snort the coke
Get your bitch hit her one stroke
If she feening out I'll give her more
VAs my city
I'm loading it
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
(well)
Still asking where the fuck your Album or should I put them in a hell?
In a cage? (what?)
Burn your page (hah?)
Spit your shitty insurance age
LULLABY FOR MY LOVE words and music by Brian Campbell
Go to sleep, little darlin', take your rest,
Tomorrow everything'll be just fine
There's
on your door
I'd fall upon my sword
Before I call off this war
That dude is fly with that suit and tie
He don't mess around
She's by his side, nowhere
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
up in the street!
Come up to me give salute proper!
Known to cure your bitches' loneliness they call me doctor
Pull up in the coup, by my side my gun
Ya
I'm back
Yeah
I'm coming hard like a bad cramp
Something like a charlie horse up in ya back
My intentions ain't nice you tell by the look on my
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf
Dark Passion
In the dark your body against mine
Bloodlust
mixtapes
I'm not afraid, take my face and my name, paste it on the front page
I'm already famous and you'll never change it by hating
Or claiming
And winter is on our tail
Driven by hunger and greed
Swallowed soon by the great worm
The great worm
The time of slaughter moon
Sunless, starless ways
Sailing
rise again!
Take both my hands!
The spirit of Jesus!
Mussy Missy gotta wolf grizzle
Motherfuckas sizzle in stitches
Flaxen-haired witches scratch that
Yeah you got a big check in advance
But they running up a debt on that ass
They promote it, when your album'll drop
But you owe em' when your album
your future
Makin' it all shady
Don't touch, never ever steal
Unless you're in for the kill (for the kill)
Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohs
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
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