Lyrics:
hadn't been invented yet, back then they only had "quill"-icillin
Hey, it's not that hard, bard
I'm sorry, I got a bone to pick with you, William
So if
a hellhole
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes
Crime figures fell like dead leaves
The city breathed a sigh
always pick a bastard who would have me for his dinner*
I can never possess the object of my desire
Cause he's bound to turn out to be a serial liar
OK I
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
to soften her frightened face
Mad country birthed by lions
Made in the shape of Orion
Armed with a sword and a stallion
To dominate the sky
It's the bastard's
step aside, ha!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer,
hatters
I got bones to pick 'til they each are fractured
I'm not here for you to be convinced who I am
I'm not here to give two shits or a damn
About
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.
Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
a severed head to all the traitorous bastards
May they forever be engulfed by hell's flames
A sword is plunged through the head and afterwards it cuts
gottem
Verse 1
Its the NFL draft
Time to make my pick
Stunning on these cats
No time to be sick
Top ten pick
I'm in first bitch
His mouth slipped
be bothered by the poor or their conditions
You'll be dancing on their bones
It's not what you say, it's what you do that matters anyway
It's not what
Tell me something I don't know
Sure, my heart ain't made of gold
Powered by this beating lump
Of coal hiding behind my bones
And skin is all I
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
That's what I tell myself since my blessing is with cursing
And if you believe
conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the be -A-D
be -O-why, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
[Loon]
Check it out,
battered
See this poor bastard just met his master
By the laughing birch in the solemn oak
Where one day we’ll leave our bones
If you stop that squawking, i
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
to dust?
Their whispers building a fire
Untamed by earthly desires
Vile, their minds fill with bile
You've become bastard swine
Devour my essence
an
Angry fuck with a bone to pick
Stay poor, dawg I'm over it
Done picking people up n motivation'
Out for myself now I'm operating like a
Entrepreneur,
reach out to me
I know you probably want that
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don't revive
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
a word right.
Right… How wrong was I to assume those words would come back to me, maybe another day.
And then that day arrived, when memory would serve
either live poor or die by cops
I been stuck for the last 3 months
Dolo in these slumps
One day it's Kobe dying
Next day it's covid virus
Next day it's
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
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