Lyrics:
of a pastor
Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery
I'm your master making you hang it up
Like folks living in Alaska
I'm radiant, summer blinded
By the sun divine
The pain you feel is real, is real
The pain that you feel it is real, real enough
Please don't be synthetic on my time
Please don't be negative bane of my,
succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
screeching for help
Transform into pieces, I'm cutting like scissors
Don't ever touch me I'll break you in half
Speaking for things, not a single remorse
Some
(Enough's enough)
Before it gets too much
Just let em know enough's enough, aye (Just let em know enough's enough)
Enough's enough, enough's enough (Enough
enough
Teach me to die daily especially when it gets tough
I know that flesh will fail me
And you call me on my bluff
Jesus
Do not be deceived by the false
a real one
That kill for the right thang
Not for the wrong thang! Grab
And get ya gangbang on mane
And do it like they used to do on Soul Train
When I was
90 down hell's highway
Screeching
Despite the lifetime of preaching
Lord
Forgive me
I know not what I do
The trials and Tribs of life
Make me come
saved by the bell, boy you screeching
You get hit with a nine, that's a Nina
Yeah, my brothers outside (Awooo)
All of my brothers gonna ride
Tell that
shit from me
So get from me
Forty dollars make that bitch come get with me
Believe it or not like Rip E Lei
Pussy good It's slippery
They say get em Maz
Cryin' these Cocksucking Tears
By now you have guessed that I'm not too impressed
With your talents as an engineer
You build up your steeple and rivet
enough to contain all of us
Someone broke their finger, breaking the door
But that bathroom stall's not locked anymore
Dancing out, fleeing the crime
Spoken:
Lady:
If it's not asking too much,
Sung:
For our information
Just for illustration
Tell us how you intend to run the nation
Rufus T.
Though I’m locked down, baby I be not down...
Now these motherfuckers, forced to listen to my songs now…
No matter what I do it’s not enough, it’s
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
the Tires screeching
With the tires
You can try anything cause got
The green light
Just treat me right baby
So bold how you doing me lately
Girl I'm not gone
All the harlots screeching in my ear and they're begging for my death
So I tell them
Not a chance in hell
A place where they should stay
Where I'll
(Brrt)
Fuck it, pull out his teeth with these pliers
(Hah)
You pussy, you can't even take a seat by us
(Fuck outta here)
My respect not only demanded, it's
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
Don't give up
Is the world really coming to a end
By repenting would the lord forgive me for my sins
I know he understand the type of lifestyle
a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause I'm not from the West
No disrespect to the West,
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
trying to hard to forget it but We not going to forget it
Camaradas sending hits the farmeras Sending statements
I figured out my life that I'll end up in
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