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[Chubb Rock]
6 foot 3, 260 and change
?? ?? a little comedic and strange
Because we can have many
the terrors
Blood on the floors, cops at the door
Parents weren't married, but they were divorced
Yell and scream a lot, fighting like a war
Mom sorta stayed,
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
Three days we've fled together
For should he find us in the glen
My blood would stain the heather
His horsemen hard behind us ride
Should they our
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
you worry
Everything is gonna be just fine
I said I'll love you 'til the end of time
Her mind ain't working like it used to
She calls her daughter by
the pier and drowned
My mother was of Scottish blood
It's there that she was born
They brought her to America in 1924
They left behind the highlands
Smooth like dolphin
Smooth like dolphin
Matthew bring in your fishing nets
I have been marked by your gospel
This daughter of a preacher man
Cause
and a son by the way
A older daughter us boys like the same age
I turned five then started
Rhyming the next day
Me and my sis moved with my pops the next day
to your mom about a love for her daughter
Suggesting to me that I just oughta
Watch myself
(Inch by inch)
Watch myself
(And use some sense)
So I did
even even
gimme da goldie diamond then
ofcouse i can sell ma soul
to them even so 4 inches
scene 3
another night the
angel came again
then talk to me
two
tears off with my mommas spread
Crying by momma bed
Just crying all the time
I feel at fault for why my brother dead
At fault for why my momma gotta deal
like, they are the ones who bred you
They'll always be gone when shit hits the fan
Coming back when you are surrounded by fans
They'll always be reaching
the bloods;
Either way you die for us
Bleed for the dollars sweat for the cents
All when you live for the dead presidents
Verse 3:
Doesn’t matter who you run
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
Blood thicker than water we came here to slaughter
Been at it for years and we still going harder
Went from the block to the field like our father
cry
Now I lay down to die, come and burn with me
In Scarecrow's past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh and guts
Now I'm
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
walking, stigmata infected
The beast in the pocket
Go 'head and inject it
Jericho in the grip, with merlot on the lip
Body and Blood, testament taking a trip
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
underwater when
You talk to me
Little preacher’s daughter lying
To her father
About where she’s going every evening
Kissing through the screen door on
The back
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