Lyrics:
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
of the offense was:
(1) in furtherance of the purpose of the
Assembly in this caste the bartender: Mylan
Thomas who is an employee of the Scoot
Inn was punched
'm a front
Breaking news bitch I say what I want
2020 I was pressing the school to make comments on
Blue killing blacks by the gun
They response in
I spent a lifetime waiting Tired but I'm still hesitating And the years, they pass me by And the years they pass me by
And I thought I'd be
F-f-f-for the underground
What you looking at?
I'm with the Crooklyn pack
Don't front, we brought Brooklyn back
You know where my lines is
Where
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
Okay yeah
Big c big body
I got the work
They gonna cop cop it
She gonna twerk
And ima watch her drop it hey
She gone come with me e e e e
Couple
told me down at the Old Pit Grill
I'd have to go all the way to Andersonville
For a front row seat to hear ole Jonny sing.
I found his house knocked
your heart and soul
I tamed her across the line
Don't let her pass you by
You think you loose it all
But you got to keep this battle
in your heart
And if I ever do
And if I ever do
The glimpse will be short
The glimpse will be short
Fireball in the sky
Fireball in the sky
No front line battle
the punk hoes (whoa!)
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people
Ooh
Ooh ooh
Yeah yeah yeah
You deal with death you ever come across the gun line
I won't front mine
I could diss a op in every punch line
But we'd
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
gear in the assembly line oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause I won´t be the one left behind
I got a job on an assembly line.
I used to love them words: "Quttin' time".
I'd hit the door runnin', honey, straight to you,
But now there's
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
the foundations of the world order
Assembly line incent, resist, refuse
Inform, create
Direct loved one's to the trenches
Suit up forge rubble into fortress's
I been down in Pennsylvania
Where I was working in the mine
And I been down in Cincinnati
They laid me off the assembly line
Yeah, they got me
the assembly line
Nobody’s safe for real this time
I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
I can still flip a brick
Just like I used to
Stand over the stove whip
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I
I'm haunted by is more than ghosts
It's when you slip and sippin' a mornin' roast
Listenin' to Hall and Oates, oyster flex on a ashy wrist
As I
gear in the assembly line-oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
it in baby
From pennies to ten-thousand dollar bills
I prefer wires though
Yeah
Bee Daughtry, E Nix, the definition
Tar Smith clothing line baby
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