Lyrics:
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ice in hand,
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod
Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams
It's a must we return
To the dark
La Da
Da Da Da
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Snake Eyes
It's Frank C
The Bisonian
King BISON
You HerD?
BISON.FC
Yeah
I
never sleep
Think my albums best the hundredth time
Optimistic when I'm in this state
Delete button thick when coming down
I should water proof my pillow
never sleep
Think my albums best the hundredth time
Optimistic when I'm in this state
Delete button thick when coming down
I should water proof my pillow
Unload the bars and feel my skin dissolving
They took it all and I recovered from the biggest losses, no endorsements
And to be frank I ain't have many
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
A desk job for a pay day
I weighed the risk and reward, you could feel the outcome
It only works if they buy my album
Never signing my name by an X like
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
confederacy
You heard he said what? Who said what allegedly?
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy
From then until the end of the following week
No hesitation, no question necessary
I'd retire in Carmel-by-the-Sea
If I only had one choice where my
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
My first album had no
Famous guest
I cry
I'll make amends in Gods revenge
My savior lifts me high
Pushed by God pulled by christ
Speak a word that'll shed some light
Pushed by God
motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, 'cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ice in hand, I want it
Open the door
I look you in your face, realize I don't love you no more
You ask me why
Reoccurring thoughts of him are there
You'll never
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
frank like Malouda
Taking heed to the word so I am his abode
All of the my brothers we stick to the code
And man shouldn't live by bread alone
So the word
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