Lyrics:
disturb the wildlife
I don't think that they appreciate the big mouth that you bring
Swim in my flow and feel my raps sting
Steve Irwin:
Can't you see?
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
in a tinted Rolls
Craftiness, take a stab at it
Don't ask if Nasty's back at it
I don't run out of magic
Popular, box-cutter flow
Time is money;
stabs my chest before it passes by
about pickin up the slack
Turn around and stab me right in the back!
Hoi!
Talk is cheap!
Payin your dues cause nothing is free
And your making a deal
the skin off a slave's back
Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact
History is his story is true for roots of facts
Bitch
So they're in
Without even knowing
They all had secret agendas
That they wasn't showing
Bitches will stab you in yo' back
But smile in yo' face
Niggas will act how
A murder of ravens assaulting the lighthouse
The vacant eye that's casting the doom
Weakened and made sore by its pride
In frantic attempt to contain
At the same time, omo you no the with me
You say you go stand by me
But na you dey my back you dey stab me
Yeah, no pure me water
Unless say na holy water
chasing the sauce
I improvise my situation
By breaking the laws
No rules won't keep me down
I figured out
The only reason why you down
It's in your mind
and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be
on the spot choked a cop
Stopped and had a Faygo soda pop
In the back of my truck, Chuck the chainsaw
Usually chop wood, but that ain't all
It's a bit
what I said "
You stand before me, pretend to be good,
"Please get the fuck off my way"...
An eye for an eye ,Don't stab in the back...
Big mouth like
with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked
name is Hector but back in his country they call him Hectòr
She strip everyday but Sunday 'cause she still make time for the Lord
Got a red dot on top
CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT WITH YOU
(PERFORMED BY STEVE TYRELL)
WRITTEN BY MINNIE MURPHY, CHARLES SHYER
I DON'T WANT MY HOLIDAYS IN FRISCO OR L.A.
I
news
Looks likes strains and setbacks are on the way
For my sad little worker
I cherish dad's lamp
Richness, by hand and machine
In other words,
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
yeah yeah am back on the streets
yeah yeah gonna blow away all the creeps
ha ha am back muh'fuckers
best start running cus i be gunnin
you say you
perception, look you dead in the eye and lie,
Your best friend'll stab you in the back
Yo, what the fuck is that.
Politicians lie,
What the fuck is that
We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, back-stabs read minds!
Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road.
Don't
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
The mack is back
Sweeping up snack packs
Still slinging that game on the rock track
Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
Here we go again setting
blood, no time for maxing
Camouflage in the green, my back is arc
Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark
My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you
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