Lyrics:
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
Yo Honcho
I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man
Time to get some shit off my chest
Clock strikes 12
It's time to count down
Yo
If
the mutherfuckin pump under the seat.
So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked. geah.
The mad man with nuthin to lose.
So you better bring your strap
To make one man, that'll be known forever
All I do, I do it for you
It’s for all you did, when I was a kid
Cause there's mad friends ain’t wanna be born
I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock
Nigga the click from
everyone's got to grow up sometime
(Grow up, yeah you gotta grow up)
Born by the devil at a crescent moon
My brain slowly shatters while I play it cool
And my
the year, born build to 2 G's
Flow like these, help the God stack cheese
Summer Jet-Ski, trunk with TV's
Sittin' under tropic trees with iced teas
I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind
I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind
Under the gun
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would
drizzling swag
Still raw like grazes
Know the time like Dali’s clock
Here another man call me Jackie
Have to pull up like pardon what?
You can call me Brucey
shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
of the Wild
Born into battle raised by a war
We're born to battle cuz we're Battleborn
Might sound redundant
But this is all we know we fight together
Or die
spread throughout my head
As I lose my mental sanity by the thread
You tried
They say that's all that matters well I'm flattered
But that's not what I
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
the boss
Riding you can't knock me off on the way to the top
I cannot slow, I cannot stop
If there's any time on the clock, I'm always on go
Flowing was born
Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep,
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
insanity there's a death watch
On the land and sea
And I believe that we may never live our lives
We were born under the gun and just like
Every mother's
of things last year, humbled by my vanity
i tried to b da man that i planned to be, but fell in insanity, i started actin' angrily and realized
that blood
I've been here before and
I don't need no long walk home down a loveless parade
Seems I was born in a dead man's suit
I was born in a dead man's suit
begins since before you were born
Don't let a moment slip by that you'll regret when your gone
Losing 80 beats a minute 400 for this song
Tomorrow isn’t
for me or for you brother's more like
Double triple kinda of trouble
Bubble rumble rubble
Harsh like stubble
Five O'clock shadow
Man I don't mean
those in exile
Waiting to be released
In city
Surrounded by slums
Invaded by soldiers
Invaded by debt
Under dictator
Who escalates terror
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