Lyrics:
to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone and keep your eyes on the road!
ROLLINS: Lifetime guarantee?
BILL: Who's lifetime? Not mine! I
"Rolllin (Urban Assault Vehicle)"
Play the fucking track!
Play that fucking track!!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man
That's right
are endless rows
Of palms trees, adobe mansions
And scattered construction vehicles lining
The base of the
Santa Monica Mountains in the van, I
Sit
( Chorus)
I assassinated poverty, prada on me cause I'm proud a me/
Jakal the great goat Urban Legend, numero uno i gotta be/
I assassinated poverty,
we're looking for
All we need to do is find the assault weapon and stolen vehicle and we have our guys
And so we keep walking, not a soul on the streets
the unpredictable
Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical
Let me stop with the spiritual.. whoa
Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
Come
I'm the bomb, ringing off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault, against an MC
Beat him down with
and manslaughter increased 14 percent
Aggravated assault offenses were up 4 percent
Motor vehicle thefts were up 6 percent
Arson increased 19 percent in the first
solitaire to cogitate amor
The vehicle in hand
Vans planted in the flora
Dark fields, vicinity reminiscient of the Further
Minus eerie vibes of a disembodied
Opposite urban decay
That urban-suburban, Chevy on the way (okay)
On my way to JFK
No mergin', no swervin', we're on the subway (okay)
They splashed
off your waist
Unless you gonna pull out somethin you can taste
Cause straight up, you gon' be eatin it
Whatever assault you form, I'm defeatin it
ask about
In a vehicle not proud of hi shouter and
marvel at the cars that the one I got outta
Dismantle all vandal who cannot hold a candle near
fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm
With
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane
the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus, street team take shots at criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm
With the lockout
figured that must been
Somebody who was watchin' the
Vehicle I was drivin' that
Was pretty close by
Yeah, if it's war, we gon' fight
My shooters
that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit' mad
the urban warfare of fully strapped assault
As an angel hoping my benevolence will change you
Singing folklore of the poor
Natural born warrior
Since the days
eradicated
Vehicles flatten the dead soil
Some of the men see the daylight for the first time
The enemy is not ready for the assault
The order is to gnaw
of your vehicle like a layover
I’m plowing a Range Rover right into a Trump supporter
Took his MAGA hat spray-painted it black
Took a dump in it wiped my
moment
What? What's goin' on behind me? I don't know
All hail China
There's nothing going on
That- no, that's not a tank, that's a- that's a new vehicle
deposit boxes
Assault weapons shell catchers
What you bet is
In a war for Brooklyn
Ambulances bring stretchers
In some ways
Someday's where I stay
It get
talent, low cash
App is overfilled time to lower the cache
If I released more trash
Than I guess bury me below the grass
But now my vehicle has enough gas
were still clenched
he continued to pump madly
oblivious of the being
beneath him
The ferocity
and intensity
of his assault
seemed to her
a pursuit
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