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Mean is dope ya know, as I fiend for the green (For the green)
Guillotine, sharp on point like a bullseye
Cause nothing is short of super
killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
sharp like gem stars
Cause massive
as whipped cream, I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough. I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs My drinks go
the darkness of the avenue
Boys in sharp suits and smiles
Girls with their recipe for romance
Are wide-eyed to the child
And as the stars shine brightly over
nigga, you don't want none, I'm a gangster man
I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit
And niggaz want to reach I lean and sharp shoot
a breath
Torn apart, on the rack, no one will help
Sharp teeth, dig deep in the skin
Falling, smacking the ground, shattered to bits
Fear not my blade
world funeral
From the east to the west with plaugebearing steps I march
My sharp arrows of instant death I shoot in every beating heart
I will not
side
A welcome addition to the kingdom of satan
My mind is sharp, like a razors edge, my souls gone mad
An outcast beyond your timid lying morality
to a crisp from fire that we spit.
No wins with sharp bloody pins that we've hired and fired at will.
They're sticking in my skin.
I've had enough.
Wakin up, to the sound I'm boomin
From the brothers in the g-ride zoomin
Rollin down the sharp? lookin for the law
No way they're gonna stop this
wishes she will never dream again
Opening the chest, heart beats cease
Blade so sharp, head and shoulders cut apart
Dreams from the underworld
o'clock sharp
I can't even close my eyes
If I've done something wrong that I shouldn't have done
Won't you please try and realise
In the middle
the tits that stood up, just like the lights upon an '89 Accord
As sharp as a sword, with these nipples like ?????
I was like farmer Brown, 'cause I
Listen, here's some further noise
Yes, mohican tunes, sharp as razors
We ain't gonna rest until we bite the dust
The crew from '82, they mourn
Can't exactly remember what's happened
I think I came home late
He stood in the doorway, waiting for me
I saw how he was holding a big sharp
and
Nobody gets hurt
In and out
Nobody gets hurt
A simple little ditty
With a sharp catchy hook
And three little cowboy chords learned from a book
need a longer look take a picture
Well, I got kat class and I got kat style
I keep my claws sharp with my boomkat nail file
Wa - wa- wa- wa- waaaaa
No
lemonadin'
Or eliminating, I be the last man standing
Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon
I'm four deep at Brandons, and they ain't understanding
I do a J.R.
out laughing
Then three sharp words in that warrior's tongue
I'd learned them well
Through this night in hell
"I'm not ashamed of my body
I never
my pencil sharp.
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs you can scream and shout.
nothing if you're living dead
Now where have you gone?
Your thoughts are dulled, her words are sharp
Your memory's stained, you make the disconnect
a deep breath and pause
O.C. I, recognize me, I'm V.I.P. Stats
Feared like vampire bats
Suck blood out of beats that bang
Make it sharp, drain every
soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Yeah)
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
complicated mess
A sharp dressed narcotic that drips dark red
Keeps you smiling when you say it's okay
But it's breaking me
With breathtaking ease
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