Lyrics:
beat it
Baby you terrific put you in a benz fuck a honda civic
It's a murder scene only me and you to witness
I don't wanna leave when I'm in this I play
he's horrorcore
The portrayed elements in this world are the creations of your master
A genocidal torturing bastard
I can't respect a being who's
Or poppin them P's or shooting up IV
The modern day slave trade
They blew up the World Trade
Like out with the old in
With the new world way
(Yo)
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm askin' the good Lord why it's I?
He told me we live to die
What's
In every story
Since men are the same men
Walking this Earth so lonely
Surrounded by the same
Awareness is to come
Consciousness is to come
New cycles
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
So creative
Yeah, this the testimony music
Just listen
Okay, okay
Which side are you on
The good or the bad
But most of these people are clones
an image of a murder suicide
A monster thats under ya bed a clown thats stuck up in ya head
When i drain ur fluids and i hang u from a meat hook cuz i love u
the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)
And I don't mean cause I
am a Idol and that just a kind reminder, I do not thing to live in the past I let by done be by done's.
I do not trust them girls they move like
run it to 'em
Bet, it's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
An awkward start awkwardly
Wording my awkwardness
Get in this bitch you cowardly riding penis
Off on the treatment you bitch entertainment
I want
[Prodigy]
Ay yo
Don't make me have to body something
Fuck you and what you known for
To me you're nothin'
I don't see why in the world
To me you frontin'
wanna party? Good
You can ride the white horse all the way to Hollywood
You can be a Harvard, a starlet and have a TV show
Charlotte, once you get me
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big,
big penis. not much else matters,
just as long as you got a wapping great
hungry like the 3rd world
& my iris full on envy
this world I live in left me ill
now I make mother nature pop the pill for the thrill
born dead dying
in this world, now I'm takin' you out.
Now you open up your muthafuckin' mouth.
Simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
Simple insanity.
Just
deserve these bands?" (Do I deserve these bands?)
And we from Murder Land, Eastside shit
Jeans Purple Brand, ridin' in the GLE, the turtle van (talk
the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it
the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it
like (?)
They way too used to the mis (?)
How to concentrate, how to sit still
Murder rate permanent place in the top 10
We live here, these hipsters
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