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front of a scope
Yea
Not playing no games anymore
It's time I settle some scores
Don't need a piece to start up a beef
Or to finish a war
I'm not who I

bein' little
She got that fat ass in them jeans, try to make it jiggle
You ain't even cook this shit right, you gotta let it sizzle
Got my mind on this

Creed of the Greedier

La Coka Nostra

Masters of the Dark Arts

2012

of lies that I keep weaving immediate
Breathing the weed speeding and I ain't hitting medians either
Fuck the Bible, I'm writing my lyrics and read them

Ring-a-ling-ling-ling, ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling)
Someone say the money call, ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling)
By any means I'm getting more, ring-a-ling

the poorhouse door
You either get to hell or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore
Way down Hadestown
Way down under the ground

Hound dog howl

or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore!
Way down Hadestown
Way down under the ground
Hound dog howl and the whistle blow
Train come a-rollin,

And multi-million dollar music
Companies surprising
And macking the business
And entertainers everywhere
We're either too high to notice
Or too dumb to care either

(Inside) just look at my ride (Woah)
Watch the engine cry (Rrah, rrah)
When I'm on the highway, I be flying right by
(Zoom, zoom, zoom)
Remember watching

'til they get turned off
I'm looking for a brand new high
But first I gotta find myself
I fount out that all it takes is time
So I did it all by

'til they get turned off
I'm looking for a brand new high
But first I gotta find myself
I fount out that all it takes is time
So I did it all by

The Madness

Action Bronson

Dr. Lecter

2011

Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days, man? Fuck

This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars

twice
Sometimes the clouds, the rain be blocking out my sun
I don't need anymore shade
Yeah
I'm so high, man, you can tell just by looking at my face
Just