Lyrics:
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
it affects 1 in every 5 people
It's so lethal the cure can't be achieved through
Hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons
If you
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
throwing him back in the lock up with Constable Devine.
He handed the cell's
key to Mary Devine and told her not to unlock it until 7.30pm, or he would burn
Yo
Bedrock drop the sound like a needle to vinyl
Stopping by the Song and Story to spit is considered vital
Lyrics sicken them with phlegm, infection
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
can't fuck with me
And suddenly, envious ones act like they never covet me
Two Hail Marys to keep a devil off me
One chrome barrel to keep a jealous off
If I got the green then I'm not by myself yeah
Can't no one get in between us me and the drugs is like this here
Niggas still doin' show and tell in
to read through
800-7-9-3-2
There will be available hypnoholics standing by for you to speak to (echo)
[Chorus]
Hype
careful if you dope they gone take it through a needle, see I be on these slopes in the sky like an eagle, and I can't even lie mobtown got a reaper, soon
Mommy... Daddy...
It's the Killa Beez....
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
Yeah
Mr Mr can't touch me
Winter winter and something
Pavin a way for my name in the game
Hatin the blame but I can't stay away
Blister blister
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
and everybody crowd to eat
24/7, no time to sleep
A g and up, reign up, 3 times a week
Throwing numbers on the strip
The youngin' out the clique
Moves like
may there be peace
VERSE 7 (DOBBY)
Yo, many killed by your hand
Way more than you, could understand
Even your kids see what you got planned
So I got
on their crew
Versus more of a lyrical influence than you
I'm BAD! -- You cant tame my ass
All the fame I have, aint up for Power Grabs
I'm just a funny man,
came from Dubai
She top me right through the fly
Me and hoes won't be attached
Hit her once ain't textin back
MOB that shit a fact
7 blunts I'm facin
did earn
Walk with the Son so my life's gon' burn
Never giving up and I'm never gon' turn
Glowing in the dark until the Lord return
Yeah, Genesis 1: 3
screen
The tragedy we bleed human
Can't feed emotion to the zombie brain
cnd as the rat becomes exhausted
We stand to lose the game
Beware of the...
of success I play in 3D, so needy
Wanting somebody to prove it
Can't anybody but nobody will do it
Well I’m nobody, initial ascension
Coming first in flight
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
when I transmit
I am the man-a of the family 'cause the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends groove
With the thread from needle
Johnny gets to go and fight his war
And as he rides off in the sunset he feels the last rays burn
And shine
My setting sun
No we ain't done
My setting sun
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