Lyrics:
seconds and then he was through
Dont refill weapons clips bottomless loops
Fuck what you reppin jus came here to shoot
Luh nigga accept it you weak and yo
she need me its dog pounding, yes
But maybe, so close your ears boi, you still young
You shouldn't hear boi, nah, yea chill, looking good
Choose, do
Why I can't?
Why I can't?
'Cause you can't
(Hear God)
This is Jenny
She my study
Give a tour of the house in a hurry
Ahh, okay
Jenny, this my dog
He
CROOKED HILLARY AND BLOW JOB BILL
DONE A LOT A DAMAGE TO LIVE ON THE HILL
RUTHLESS DIRTY DOG DEMS, RUINING OUR COUNTRY
RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES…
I’M
is my friend
They don't ever fail to mention
That it was good to see her face again
She makes me feel like a big shot
She don't care about what
I wanted the house, pool and the dog
Brown eyed babies and all
He cut the grass, shoveled the snow
I will make the garden grow
With a two car garage
know its hard out here,
By yourself on your own
Take your time babygirl dont you rush to be grown
As long as im around you got a place called home
You
navy blue dickies on
My trap shit up as hell still act
Like I ain't got shit how the
Fuck is he a shooter ain't shot shit
Paid my dog to clean your
Whole
bare?
Why does he follow
The sound of dogs howling?
What is it that he fears?
The howling is the Hound of Hell
Released on earth
The Shepherd failed -
it
If I said it meant it
If I made it I'll spend it
Coz I'm proven and tested
I turned curses to blessings
And if its God I'm addressing
I hope he gets
a winner?
Then again it's kinda late, so what's up with dinner?
At my place or my place or my place or my place
By the fireplace or the candle light
out throwing bo's at your section
Apply the sleeper hold just
In time for elections
Talking heads tap the side of
They nose as it grows
Catch a tiger by
Cyn Santana with the dog
Filter’s everything honey
That’s food for the sharks, shit
‘cus everything’s chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked
on...
Look what you've done
You've gone to play the man again
Look what you've got
A mindless work load
A tasteless dog
Morning wood
A stabing end
that monay,
I'm all bout that pape-paper
Wreck it ralph I tried, I'm the bad guy
Driving wit sticks inna car,
Looking fa who ta rob like its tax time
I
[Necro]
This is a Captain Carnage and Necrophiliac duet of death!
It's the Witchcraft Killer!!!
[Captain Carnage]
Fillin my fuckin bed with
its only you and i as our cities gone, haywire a motorcade busted up, flames pour out the roofline seen it spark up again, just when we thought it
get put under siege
Shoved into a van and kidnapped right from the street
Never to be seen again by any of their peeps
Just a victim buried deep in
blood for Dracula (ay)
Tunnel Vision ride, see that sign no drink & drive (yeah)
Dude said he a dog but I bet that guy a pup (ay)
I mix codeine with
a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just
stop
Gon' play to win, gon' play it again gotta keep my shit top notch
I'm blasting in with some basterd friends my head's spinning like clocks
So when
and she know she good
And she know I ain't plumber but I lay the wood
The way I poke it and I stroke it lay it down
Then she cum again so she want another
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
our country dog,
we after blood. I wanna thank y'all,
you wanna talk about tough,
we get em all, hang them motherfuckers up,
it's the law, by the neck,
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