Lyrics:
to borderline
Because I’m sick yeah
They call me Mr. Madman
I was out, for not long
Three lusty women walked me home
When they left, they called me Mr. Madman
My
a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer, for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie
so let's get down
I'm sick and tired of you and this down low fight
From Contagious all the way to Mrs. Price
You done it now with Ms. Black Aisha
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick
[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama.
[chours:]
And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that
Pigs dying from bullet wounds to the chest
I'm sick of you hoes trying to run mine
I'm coming with a gun line running after one time
I got
beezies
By my side
Cas i make this shit look easy
I'm from the cpt
So, rest in peace eazy
And mac d.r.e
Back to the bay
Briefly
Aye
We get hyphy on the beat
(The fuck goin' on, Maajins?) yeah, gang
Bah bah bah
Yeah, uh, I'm sick as fuck, nigga mm, mm
Just scammed a nigga for his bread
He a Goofy Goober
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
of sudden lil shorty wan listen
A nigga from cali
She let me drive it
We was in Boston
Nigga its crowded
I ain used to the city
These bitches is pretty
Im so
of a life when you don't think twice
I'm fucked up and I'm sick
And I'ma need a lil something quick
Thank god I found this cig
Thank god I found this cig
I
too far Lil hoe
I say it ain’t what I got
It’s how I use it aye
I say it ain’t what I got
It’s how I use it aye
Look I ain’t beefing bout no bitch
So
no one nosy
Sweeney Todd: And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it--!
BOTH: Just keep living it!
Really living it--
Mrs
Shut the fuck up
When I'm talking bro
My diamonds so sick
She caught the flu ey
By looking at em
By looking at me aye aye
Shut the fuck up
When I
short so I gotta be bigger bruh
Spanking these niggas, they wanna get rid of us
Know that you mad, man I bet that you sick of us
Uh, Brand new opp I
say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
she don't care ‘cause I'm grown
Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?
Okay, like, smoking on this kill, I'm so
Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot
I had to remember who I was
I almost forgot how special I was
I had to change my way of seeing things
My way of feeling things
I'm sick of all
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