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cursed
 
My wealth and gems are on a level 
That your head can't even handle 
Put your hand out get a pebble 
Pop your face with an iron candle hah 
They

flesh 
I turn into reality, 
A blood clot in your hands 
Screams and squirms 
Thou shalt love it as your child 

I turn into reality, 
When you can no

through that shit nigga no way
Living with family cuz we ain't have our own place
Eating food out my hands cuz we had no plates
And i kno the original was

were all city king of grafitti
Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
I know your story, emcee
And you got full knowledge of self
You got all

Y'all will never hear a sound
You just tune it out
Did you say something, spit it out
Grab you by your throat
Grip your vocal cords and rip 'em out
Push

soul without leaving the nest
You can't slay a dragon just by playing dragon quest
Catch up to me, that's a stretch
You can't even reach your toes

Toy Box

Insane Clown Posse

Hatchet History: Ten Years of Terror

2002

Others start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around your

I don't need people
I don't need friends
I don't need anyone
Things work out in the end

Won't take a hand
Wanna be alone 
Sometime I can't stand

spot where
Niggas tried to stretch me at
Thirty, that's a dick nigga
I only want the house in hills
Hands on thuggin' nigga
Still play the battlefield
I

Rock
Dont ever touch a beat again, you on time out
Sit in the corner and get some motha fuckin rhymes out
And let that be your trash, but at least

tried staying away and isolated from n***as
But f*ck it. I’m done. And by the way if you n***as
Really want it. I’m handing sh*t out today for you n***as

am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves

and beaters
Up blick headshot won't miss
Shoot first or you gone get beat up
That's some of you niggas live by
Y'all sleep on me but I notice you niggas been

like 50
Switchin' sides
You pay your fine like Ricky
I use to trap out em corners and lobbies
You use to make fun of me nigga
Now I'm that nigga, that

there talking tough
Look down, homie I don't want to scruff
Getting old, man, time is running out
Escape by picking out the stalks
I remember sitting

wanna know the plan
Stretch them out elastic, and that's no rubber bands
I'm laughin' at you like, la la la la la la la
I grew up with one hero, my father

, as it were against a thief, with swords and clubs?
When I was daily with you in the temple, you did not stretch forth your hands against me: but this is

plans out
Step two, put all of my hope in just You
Cuz I don't gotta worry no more, no more, no more, no
Your plans are better than the ones in my hands

stretch out your catchers glove

Dont do it just for the game Then this must be love

The cracks and her crevices bro this angel dust

Got me high

pulled by their hands & feet
Stretch my dong
When she tryna get out the recipe
Cooking up some cookies
Since a rookie check my pedigree
Coogi always moved

couldn't sit down on the dream, I had to stretch the bag
I turned the lights off with xannies, had to put them down
We got dough comin' in up by the coast,

cracked
Wiggled his little fingers just a
Bit with a stretch
Aimed his gaze at the face of the girl
Then grabbed that little hick by
The neck and said
I am

havin' me pacing
This ain't what I came for (this ain't what I came for)
Pay what I owe and stretch the rest to eat (stretch the rest to eat)
Life ain't

I cover my scars
Stretch into the night ‘cause the night is all ours

Lying to yourself
Is gonna stop your healing
Justify your cause
Just to make me