Lyrics:
and you'll be back
And by the high you'll swear
Intoxication
Seeping down to the bone
And there's no question
To where you have to go
and you'll be back
And by the high you'll swear
Intoxication
Seeping down to the bone
And there's no question
To where you have to go
God?
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
To mark the dead
To Flanders Fields the hippies go
To smoke the poppies
necessary
You just a blank page in need for a mark
And I'd be happy to oblige as ah strike hard
The next best article written by me
At your expense,like
a new year?
Have compassion
Benny just lost his cat
BENNY
My dog - but I appreciate that
ANGEL
My cat had a fall
And I went through hell
BENNY
It's
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
of my sight
MARK
Wait, wait wait - you said she was sweet
ROGER
Let's go eat I'll just get fat
It's the one vice left - When you're dead meat
There -
and clock strike one
Gonna wake up another day with a song
On your mark get set go
One life seh mi have an mi nah go let go
'Fore the curtains close on my
a pregnant lady
'Cause the expectation is every day not just on a Sunday
Be optimistic of rapture, be affirmative
Saying I'll never go to hell, I'll never
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
question, say have you made say millions of dollars ¿"
Aye
I got recruited by Illuminati
Still ain phuqin with that shadow nation
Me and my klan got a plan
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga
time
Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, hells men
Two
of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150
Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too
Me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like
magic without a doubt we're makin a mark
While drinkin Maker's Mark daily baby navy as fuck
We've gone state to state year by year kept raisin the bar
Go ahead, pour one out for my buddy, Havoc, I really wish you hadn't, you left us
Deeply saddened, never should have happened, most of all the daughter
on Saint Mark's place
Hell, I'd double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade
And he
Bronson,
One by one dey come,
An' one by one to dreamland dey go.
How's it done?
You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man
Who taught me all I
don't stay in one spot long"
And I said, "Well, there you go
He'll be gone within the next few days
Problem solved, the skunk problem is resolved"
We
give me the hell-key key
Give them the key boy
Go loco in the streetz (Hoy)
Go loco in the streetz (Hoah)
Some give them hell-key key
Give me the key
Look in the mirror with respect I could salute what I reflect
Less than a mark, you a speck Dirt off my shoulders and chest, yes
Never looking down
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