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in self made labyrinths

Thirteen hours to escape
David Bowie 86
Guns N Roses 87
Got an Appetite for Slim

Eminem has been my hero ever since

at school I was
Never had sense of direction, I was lost
Removed from the State school by the mother, oh
Soon enough I was moved to a private shithole
Yeah,

I saddled & tally ho 
Now I see clearer than Lasik, I got my ascics laced up for the matrix
So Run

Live by the gun better die for it 
Fresh till I'm

quarter blunt up on the mic
Treat my life like Quarter Four
Leave you D Rose'd on the floor
Fuck you mean by "mi amor", bitch 
Did you taste my porridge?
I

the ball and lead then on my own
This armored flower boy
Like guns n roses
Don’t take the blame
I'm never satisfied
They sleepin on me
I got baggy eyes

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
To faith

Ain't no working out
Wouldn't no
Gaining weight

Sitting in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
By faith

I found it and rocked it
I'm talking rockstar lifestyle Guns N' Roses in the cockpit
Hundred degrees i'm like a disease these rappers be thinking they

Sweet Child O' Mine (Guns N' Roses)

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh

juxtaposing
Show up strapped to your funeral, thats guns n' roses

know I got the product
Selling weed ain't Shit but that dope a problem solver
Until you caught up in a jam n your dawgs don't even bother
To hit you up

Ain't never ever help
When I was lock down
I knew I was better by my self
I geek it up
No driven slow
I'm the wrong person the do wrong
F*** up, I won't

lots'll front to try & get what they want
but ain't no fun when the rabbit's got the gun
get stuck & from the cloth i'm cut
plenty plush for all of us

your boat
Headed to that last resort like Papa Roach
Locked and loaded, comin' straight for the blow
Guns N' Roses but have some patience tho
I ain't

Bang cuz the money gets made like that
Oh the money gets made by the stack
And I might just run up a check
Cuz Killa just keep it a rack
And a hater

you knockin' on heaven do'
I really rock, Guns n' Roses, shorty want a rockstar
I think I'm you, I fucked ya hoe (I'm you, I fucked ya hoe)
RAIDER, I

ya hand to the casket 
Girl
I just wanna see you living lavish
Sipping on rose outta golden chalice 
Wanna change ya life move ya
Ass to a palace 
Cuz

Pain never hurt us got shells like a turtle
When you got a green thumb hell itself is looking fertile
Roses growing in the concrete watered by the blood

I'm riding on the highway 
I'm riding on the highway 
I'm riding on the highway 
I'm riding on the highway 
Can you smell the roses
They come from

crash

Bitch, I'm jus a demon, I ain't no rapper, I ah get on ass,
Surrounded by these killers, you'll get left right in the past
Keep my gun on me,

song by Guns N' Roses
I dunno
But I give in

before his eyes, he go back to the old days
Let you know who did it, at your grave, red roses in a bouquet
Bro said he the biggest stepper, he feel like

done did some things to kill the pain)
All them trips girl, but you can't run away yeah
Got no regrets and no more apologies
Switch guns n' roses like I

(There were) Two chairs sitting on the beach
Side by side, 'n easy reach
Two chairs in the setting sun
You held a rose, and I, a gun

Then we stood