Lyrics:
shots and you didn't hit nothing
Ratata
300 shots and you did hear jack
Ratata
There I was I can hear the ops
It's dark and it's cold is 3 in the morn
head-on head collision with
The back of a truck
Thuggz Bunny
(Show 'em what you fuckin' with)
Jack Rabbit
(Show 'em what you fuckin' with)
Oxy Cottontail
shit funny like Chris Rock
Better stand back when I lift off
Heart is on ice like Jack Frost
Even though it sound like I'm pissed off
With a shrug of my
for consummation
Talkin all that gang gang can't compilation
Going forward I ain't really with the oscillation
Only time I'm looking back is when I'm
anything mouth is zipped
Innocent man they wanna try convict
If I done that bird I woulda came out out ripped
If I done that bird I woulda came out hench
I am like Jack, I am from southern land
I'm holding your happiness in my hand
The sun behind me is a sexual red
And all your bounty-hunting ghosts
Full moon shines in the sky
The creature is out, (the path is right)
David and Jack were out in night
Claws are out, a pain that blinds
Is that
Pass me the cup, bitch, you can't get that back
I am the king of the hill, bitch, I'm slatt
He wanted problems, my choppa go BLATT
My name is MAŁ, I be
I stay (ha ha, ha ha)
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day, bust it
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch
bout what y’all think
I don’t give a fuck what y’all think
Too much pride to ever back down
Fake ass folks in my rear view now
This soul I got,
is david,
Bitch why you complaining,
First class on the plane and,
Uh you still complaining so ill send you back to main land,
Oh they never tamed
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
shots in his butt
I can't solve racism with a gat
But this is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!
"You ask me the niggers around here
Been
shots in his butt
I can't solve racism with a gat
But this is where my head's at get 'em with a jack back!
"You ask me the niggers around here
been
Look for we
Madness David Rudder say
Look for we
Shirt off in the people place
Look for we
Real Gyal and is only waist
Look for we
By the end they
the verse is
Do unto others as you would have done unto you
Well welcome to the devil's penthouse, overlookin' hell's view
David slew the philistines with
know
Just Cock it back and let it Go
My muscle cars is so strong
The license say, "BOWCO",
'Ya get it? my license plate
Reads, "BOWCO"
(Damn, his
[CITIZENS OF HALLOWEEN]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back
He's all alone up
the streets dont f**k wit you/
And i sip champain/
And i throw back shots/
and smoke pot the color of a Apple Jacks box/
I rap but i sold crack rocks/
And had
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Back on ‘em for real
Yeah
Back right on the beat, it's WestSiider 75
You'd think they be seats, how my back is on ‘em snaais
Hipno on the beat, finna
[Reporter]
This Is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
Or should I say members, of the hip hop community
Petey
The enemy is fascism, the unification of reactionary cultural interests
Pigs who perceive themselves to own capital united by pigment
A defensive
Gorbachev tear down this wall, wall
You're no Jack Kennedy
Government of the people, by the people, for the people
The only thing we have to fear is fear
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