Lyrics:
spread to accept how it is
Wanna see me fall get me out the loot
When all I've done is respect how it is
Now I gotta turn into a nigga you once knew
No
we got a war going on of our own at home
My fucking mind's blown
Tryna figure out how to fight my own clone
Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so
we got a war going on of our own at home
My fucking mind's blown
Tryna figure out how to fight my own clone
Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so
you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
you can't face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up
so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in,
the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
home
Now that daddy's gone
{Scarface:}
Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother's
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
talent boy. Said back home they call me the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
Well I knew I was in a room with some kind of a nut
When he pulled out that pack
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out
ease, the end is here at last
Jet real fast with your tail between yo ass
(The more dangerous)
My rap begins by collision, Trigga mention
The flow
the time
And whatever you do, don't grow up
Let's head out to Punk Rock Bowling
Then The Fest is on our list next
Cargo vans in place of little cars
Dyed
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin' you fall for the bait, thinkin' you safe
Have that ass
Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
We're getting too old for this shit
Next time Alex cheated death was at Punk Rock Holiday
He plunged into that Madball sound by leaping from the stage
pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin
Yo let me spell it out
I'm not
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
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