Lyrics:
I've no story to tell
I was doing fine when I was breastfed
I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris
Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
(what you see is what they get)
Blood red
home
Mmhmm
So tell me, tell me everything is gonna be alright
Every time I wake up
When I fall asleep at night
Loneliness surrounds me, dreaming just
fade to naught!
The frightened cattle breastfed with hate
Becomes the rabid camels rushing on this stampede
Thanatos plays the last serenade
This
babies gave her stretch marks like an accordion
Her boobs are flat coz she breastfed your kids
Her boobs are flat coz she breastfed your kids
You ruined
your cantine was low
You went to the cantina
I'm corn-fed and breastfed
And I got a good demeanor
My back against the wall
No friends at all
I'm
nihilistic deathbed
Illusions and lies breastfed on my nihilistic deathbed
Everything I want to fill the void in my life
A distraction from the question I
yeah, you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run
I've read the writing of the smoke
And breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted pony wild
To run
I've read the writing of the smoke
And breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted pony wild
To run
they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny
I saw him, I saw him
There he is right over there, over there (I see him)
Okay, I got a message for you infamous
You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's
Only thing I care about is who gon' get you home
My cigar full of this weed, so I can switch the tone
We stumbled to my house drunk, is anybody home?
boy
It's destiny, I was breastfed that coke, boy
And when you seem them chicos, better call them folks, boy
I'm puttin' y'all on the game
I'm
was breastfed that coke, boy
And when you seem them chicos, better call them folks, boy
I'm puttin' y'all on the game
I'm hearin' raps about coke
lotta sense
Runnin' through your bones
And that's alright
Your mama got to be fine
You probably breastfed
'Cause you look all healthy
Ooh
The moon is hanging in the purple sky
The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs
Talking 'bout the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
Voices keep me small and tongue-tied to the wall
Breast-fed by the moon, I've grown up too soon
Heart is the mind of the matter
What's the matter?
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
there and is #1 in the Busch standings'
(laughs)
That's right they got hard
Liquor sponsorship now, too
Which'd- That'd be another good
Race to hear!
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