Lyrics:
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so we can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk and I'ma fuck you up
Make you think
whereabouts be your achorage
We are to be found on the winward side of Cape Pelorum
Ah, about 20 klicks south by southwest from us, we shall arive
In the early
worthwhile."
Oh, clean, clean away, me crew, past each dental isle and bay,
In Singh's care, we'll clear the lair, and send you on your way!
A pirate's mouth,
to feeling out of it
Can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless
'The Way of the Gun', son, who the nicest?
S.K., no stun gun
dishonor
And your shame to your name
And vainglorious pain in our asses, okay?
And bring your angry criticism
Of everything good in the ecosystem
You
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
swimming inside of their body Osmosis Jones
I'm popping blood vessels
Pirates of the Caribbean pull up and destroy your vessel
Main event don't you dare
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
business
Ian speaking onna phone
Ima pirate jack I take
All of your cheese nd all ur gold
I ain't satisfied yet
Why I keep on sending every hoe
Watch your
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
it to the game
Just don't bring charges to my name
ARP bullets'll go straight
Through your brain
Micro-Drac same size as a baby
I don't pull stunts,
run?
'Cause you the police, and, plus, I saw you cockin' your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one
If you think I'm believin' that
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
Notorious
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
your drum with a gun up in a jeep
'Mans' on road wanna bring me down
but I keep spitting them a thousand rounds
coming down heavy like a thousand pounds
Every day is Halloween
Every day is Halloween
Buh, I'm behind you, run for your life
I'm behind you with a gun and a knife
Bitch, I'm a beast
by my side
My life, my life, my life, my life without you
I don't wanna spend
My days, my days, my days, my days, without you by my side
I wake
Water cuts rock, so which has more force?
As water shapes the land
It's still willing to change it's course
So can't even change your own
Minds?
a nine
Raven eye kills
With accuracy
While captain no beard
Skull fucks his enemies
We'll fight them off
We protect our own
Stand by your oath
Stand by
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