Lyrics:
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop, shoop a-doobie, like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me
And there's ash in our hair
And there's a fine silt on every mantle
From hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
And the streets are full of stories
Sudden twists
Me Rock Man let's Go
Hot damn ya'll snakes left me
In the desert to swell
Don't forget you niggas met me
In the desert I yell
No one can hear me so
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
might slice in your gut
Leave your blood in a pool by your boots
I wont cap I'm on cruel shit
Get a bag you chasing a bitch
Ima hit my dance, you stay
voice
Sovereign Lord, the holy, the true
How long now before thou wilt sit in judgement
And exact vengeance for our blood
From all those who dwell
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin
They say that
Those in hell won't come back
Eternally in pits of darkness
It's the hardest thing to break someone free
They say that
Those in
to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his
to rock it on a night out
Biggest in the place now I'm sipping from the right cup
Say u still ain't got a job, I say I don't know
Still ain't got no
[Chorus:]
[Verse Three:]
Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
the box until the money fill it (money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it (make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush
crashinh
3. snake rattling, baby crying, seizmometer, helped hear vibrations in the ground. crickets, acoustic ecology, stream, wind through a desert,
Is I'm thuggin or buggin
Tell them to tuck in they stuffing
They can't get up when we busting
Because his blood gushing
That's something to remember
from the darkest corner (x4)
(3rd Verse- Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope), [Monoxide Child], {Jamie Maddrox})
{Damien called for many hours, in puddles of blood
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
or fascist bol
Shoot three at you and push the
Rock like this was basketball
Chop your body up in little
Pieces with my plastic saw
Y'all need to overstand
Foley!
Unh
Heh (Okay)
Unh (Okay
Unh (Okay)
I might wake up in the morning throw my chains on
Them bitches froze as hell
I only slept in some tommy
Verse 1 T-Pain
IMPALA!,
2 63's,
I got 1 form NY 1, from the L.A. Streets,
1 got 22's, 1 got 14's,
1 blood red, the other crip blue with some green in it
[Hell Razah]
Yeah, yeah yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
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