Lyrics:
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We kill to survive, there's fury in these eyes
We've created our own prison
I'm sick of living in this hole
I'm sick to death of what I've been
like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
fuck with
The sick side of my psyche
Spit blood on the mic
Speak in tongues
Like I might be
Possessed by the darkside
Stress of a hard life
Made a mess
Zombie of Jesus, heavenly fascist, worse of the worse,
Christian emphatic, baptized in panic, symbol rebirth,
Life ever after, total disaster, sick
To promote the song to the Whooville locals
Somethin' viral
Somethin' to distract me from my life on a downward spiral
Maybe somethin' Christian friendly
death
99 years possessed by the countess
Forever in love with death
Bound to the countess of perpetual torment
Lost girls looking for their lost boys
. Sick
Oh my sweet poor nymph!
What do you have this morning?
Your eyes are empty pervaded of visions.
By night thoughts, madness of their
Relapse I repent
She a siren I admit it
I want better take a hint the fight within and we gon win it
Sick and tired of all this sinning sometime I
a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
a cure!
cround the world it was stated by every news reporter
The war against cancer is finally over!
Billions delivered, from certain death and agony
to the team, and now she a player
We live on the edge, we die in the air
We sick in the head, but pockets is well
We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell
Our
room?
Love sick, where's the clinic aid, we're young
Fun is what we're having, fuck it, pour a glass of lemonade
It's snow cone and Pop Tarts I got
How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out
This Luger will send a Christian to Hell
Shorty looks so good I used her piss as Crab Boil
of Carlos Davis Lord
I can't love shit
Thats the fullest extent thats giving
I'm above this deception I know they intentions
With sworrrds made by Smith N
armed time
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressure
Police snip, zip ties on the protesters
Six wives in the fry of a molester
Met him at a caviar
you’re the problem here
And I’m sick and tired of playing these games
Cause I cried a lot of tears tears
I can’t stand by trying to talk with you
I’ve
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
And work on my imperfections
Listed on the selections
I show love
Even tho I hate corrections
Am sick and tired
Of working with jealousy
Can't reach my
biggest flex in life
Is you being by my side
True definition of love being patient and love being kind
But on a deeper note
I just need you to know
Any
she's literally essential
To me she's so precious and fundamentally special
You can't fuck with her she's on a whole other level
And we fell in love by
like the Escapade (uh huh)
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade (uh huh)
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
rapping my life what more could you want
Tails of illegal living from a baptized Christian
That follows no religion on a spiritual mission man listen
It’s E
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