Lyrics:
Mi gun nuh stick, nuh bodda rush me wid no stick
You think me n'ave it, you get trick cah di metric
Di bwoy shock like electric when him see it
Him
the med shows
The tred slows and don't even think you revivin' a dead rose
Yea
[Chorus]
Listen
I'm on the verge of insanity but I'm competent
I'm
grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams
Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash
God said don't give me your
Tin horn prayers
Don't buy roses off the street down there
Took it all and took the dirt road home
Dreaming of Jenny with
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
the location
Dead prezis raising out the womb they kno the undertaker
Dirty games call the mobs got guns and roses
Guns and roses
Guns and roses
It’s a dirty
a beef with the world, never dead it
Your son in deep shit, mama love better pray
With your broken-ass gun, shit, looking like relics
Fear so bad when
I saddled & tally ho
Now I see clearer than Lasik, I got my ascics laced up for the matrix
So Run
Live by the gun better die for it
Fresh till I'm
tricky
Young turn n***a from the park, uh-huh
Went from lam' to rose' to hoppin' out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh
We be in the hood, hot, watchin' out for
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
Nemesis squeezing a mac from a black pegasus
The game follow my rap lives
Just like a Methodist
Rose and holy grails, guns I'm blowing steel
Lies I spread
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope
beatin' a dead horse
I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down
I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more
It may sound funny but you'd think by
the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
thoughts
To stop this pain
Let the gun go off
Self inflicted
Heavily addicted
Who the fuck is really gonna miss him
Listen
Tears held back like a horse's
THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
eight legged horse sleipnir
Carries him over land sea and air, the bringer of the valiant dead, the einherjar, from
The battlefield across the rainbow
on
Talked a big game
But you never fucking caught on
I deal in scandal
I'm a gun with the bloodiest black handle
With a candle for every death brought by
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
that nice
N' if you find someone for life
Shoot up, shoot up, shoot up the station
TV's dead
And if you're tired of all the lies n'
Then you're tired
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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