Lyrics:
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back,
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
What i miss the most
About you is your voice that haunts me like a ghost
Or maybe the way you kiss is
What i miss the most
Lah lah la la lah lah lah
love you L.A
I hope to see you one day
But just remember my name
By both my first and last name
Because although I'm not a teacher
I can still be
Row chain just for the trip, I ain't affiliated
West side nigga so they really hate it
I be out in Las Vegas, at the MGM
By the crap tables in some
of less and that's bless
Feel the kiss of death
Should I have take my life
Instead of running towards my problems leaving me locked up inside
When I just
They love their plagues and deaths, and they're plotting for what's next
She gives the Reap a kiss, then he rubs up on her flesh
She tries to bring
ratify the hate
No matter what state
Giving back what I take
Rakin' scraps from my plate
Kiss of death in whine grapes
Why stay?
When this life can migrate
to the death and that's that
If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where
know the Style, Sheek and Kiss flow (L-O-X)
Is unparalleled, to anythin' on mick show
Sorta like hardcore rap mixed with disco (woo)
Strains from LA
prey
Christmobb, today I'll pray
People come and go but my gun always stays
I'ma make you run, run to home base
Hit you with a bat, hit you in the face
the streets is up against Kurupt Momar Khadafi nigga
OG, juggernaut, jagged edge, homey two to the head
As the sprinkle spread
Death will kiss ya, fuck
no jokin son
Jasmine holdin the smokin gun
By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
As I fell I'm not thinkin of death
Still
They're the ones to blow a kiss to
But don't forget cherie
My new celebrity is you anyone can see
My new celebrity is you
FOOTNOTES:
(1) Modigliani:
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
large before niggas had
To guard they chest
Before them boys in LA put The God to rest
BIG! Get money, or starve to death (Yep)
Got killers among me,
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry
and the roses red
That's the kiss of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead
I start wildin on you, I tell you it won't be
(A$AP Rocky)
Mr. Frankenstein
Oh, Victor Frankenstein (ooh)
I'm Dr. Frankenstein
I'm out here saving lives
Igor by my side (ooh)
That's
as I regret
Without a high I lie alone
For my lungs are one by one
La de da da da
Dear cam
You lay in the ground
I hope you rest in peace cause I
hooked like tobacco
This brought to you by Father Flowzus
La la la la la like my hook say
I don't need to pluck at no damn heartstring
Boy, I just be stuck
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