Lyrics:
want my Chrissy,
'N I want my beer
So you just barf it back up
Now, Devil, do you hear?
Bozzio: Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
I mean, I am
the thing
That bring us back to here
And when I found out
That you wrecked your new car
I called you a dumbass
And man you still are
But you're the smoker
Sneaking out a window
She was sixteen
Going for a drive
He was twenty-five
Driving down a dark road
Looking at the stars in the sky
Thinking why am I
the heart of temptation!
Night after night
I remembered the word of the priest:
"Thou shalt not! Never give in to the promises made by the beast,
so
come around, man they been tryna get it out me
Niggas in my face, they don't know nothin' about me
Most these niggas fake, I say loud I say it proudly
'Twas an afternoon in a wet July
Oh I was hungry and I was dry
And in a pub called The Ivy Bunch
The landlord served me a ploughman's lunch
Landlord
I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections
[Method Man]
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation
Collecting minds
the dirt
So I want to be
Where there's no trees to remind me
I'll manifest
I'll manifest
My own destiny
Wrap me
In Old Glory
Wanna be a dust-covered man
he said were of God
His serum tasted bitter, and the next time I cried
My tears ran black and I went blind
I met another man out on the rod
He called
right
She was bound to be yours for at least a night
See, I was introduced to her by my cous'
But that was before he told me who or what she was
Me
the homies I ain't do
It for the money man
Nah, I made Church Clothes out of love
And me and Street workin' day and night
Wait a minute, now Gravity is blowin'
and a lubricant were by his side but
The tin man was inanimate, the lion lied
They did not want to see me go
But I did not want to be another muskateer
Plus the gas
What does the world need more of? (555!)
Hit it!
Lucky yellow lighter
Lucky bullet biter
I met him by the seashore
With the riots out my front door
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
man set sail across the open sea
Claiming land occupied by the indigenous
So him barter away all this gold and silvery
In exchange to folk around in our
her of her wedding day.
One night as she lay in her bedroom,
her love appeared from out the gloom.
He touched her hand and to her did say,
“Arise my
heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
got
Started out seeming decent
More boring than not
For two or three years
Nothing happened at all
There was an old man next door that
I would see in
kick you out tonight
I aint in it for
No one night stand
No no no no
You can be my lady
cnd I can be ya man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It seem a lil crazy
kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch
My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's
It's back to the old shit
Pat Quinn got my niggas
kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch
My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's
It's back to the old shit
Pat Quinn got my niggas
roar
As we hit third gear man, my-o-my
We flew by that Chevy and passed her by
I slid her into fourth and I'm proud to say
That poor old Chevy saw
Alexander
He'll go down in the waves
By age twenty four
He had left the shore
And was sailing for the Queen
On a dark starry night
Albert awoke
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