Lyrics:
so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
Time on his hands
the dust settles and the sun is under
The horizon, y'all should run the numbers, man
Uh, who the fuck want what with me?
Hardest out and I say that
(biatch)
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
am the animal who will not be himself
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim, you were
life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters
This is the story of a
Who lives who dies who tells your story
(Da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum)
This is the story of a
Who lives who dies
a virgin
No weapon formed against us will win
We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
I don't care who you fucked, you a virgin to me
You
made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck
on an elephant's tusk?
We'll settle this once and for all, I'ma tell her at dusk
Tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must
Creep up to her mansion in
within my heart
The blasting, blaring sound that tears my soul apart
If this is love
Who nee-eeds it
There's a tender tempting feeling that is
don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang)
Everyday a nigga D.I.E. (woah, ooh)
If anybody scared, get the fuck
quite sure
That one day I would be on top
Another dot upon the map
The teachers who said I'd be nothing
This is the modern world that I've learnt
(Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole?)
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas
Another prophet in an Armani suite
[Chorus:]
What this world needs is a savior who will rescue
A spirit who will lead
A father who will love them
In
ain't paying my rent this month, I owe that
But fuck who you want and fuck who you like
Dancehall life, there's no end in sight
Twinkle, twinkle,
Land of the free, I'm on my way
I love the USA
I love the USA
Fuck yeah, this place is great
I love the USA
Stop at coffee bean
This is like
That this would be inevitable
To earn my stripes, I'd have to pay
And bare my soul
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Good evening
We apologize most sincerely
To those of you who have bought this
Record under the impression that it
Was, in any way
Connected with
I'm a narcissist
Always out just to start some shit
So who the fuck gon' be around that
Hang by my lonely, godly spirit on me
Grand rising
Thanking
it works"
Fuck! I'm tired of this shit!
I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit!
My brother, homie!
Is that what I think that is?
I
I'm a narcissist
Always out just to start some shit
So who the fuck gon' be around that
Hang by my lonely, godly spirit on me
Grand rising
Thanking
this is about where I'm form
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific (the Pacific)
Where them sharks
this, how you goin' take it
What you goin' tell 'em, when you get to heaven
When he asks you why did you send back his present.
Who the fuck are you,
the problem?
Violet Brown told me to go fuck myself
Who's Violet
Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass
Do you know what it feels like to be
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