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brought to the Emergency Room. He was dead on arrival."
"Today marks day number 64 in the hostage crisis in Iran."
"I, Diana Frances take thee Philip
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
a drake, take pleasure when it ends in screams
A serpent made servant to the whims of a hybrid queen
Crush a wurm, if it's tranced by my intimidation
Bring
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
the servant, he belongs to the estate
The shadows move
They're here to feed the dead, the shadows move
The Lafayettes are unaware, their butler Salem, he
friends and twenty seven
By myself and twenty seven
All alone at twenty seven
Found her body and twenty seven
Please pray for me (twenty seven)
Have no
Ferris and Sublime
He burnt down Heidi Montag's home and to blast the OC Supertones
His scream was smashing LC's head, ska is not dead
This gigantic robot
[ VERSE 1: Esau ]
On the first seven days the Gods created the Heaven and the Earth
But the second chapter of Genesis is contradictory to the first
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
you niggas know you dead wrong
Got my niggas on my side, we gon’ make sure that you get gone
I’m hanging with my shooter, know he keep that strap on him
you might be resting
Resting? Is your name 247?
247 tired, but he's not the one I'm testing
You two guys have a lot of similarities
Like you copy other
but still tryna run down
We spend back to back tit for tat like a gun hound
He say he want smoke I got fifty times three rounds
Big seven six two
thinkin' that I'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still want to test Brown
I'm so hood
them dead, only faces that I see are blue, so I guess that make me prej
When he falsely claimed my gang, kicked him out cause he wasn't pleg
Surrounded
Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy
Please God forgive your servant, and your man child
But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me
whipping today
I throw you in a lake and I'm sealing his fate that nigga just had a bad day
I'm sealing his fate he a dead man today you counting yo days
Just like this album on the way he got a date
Blood in the street it look like Bombay
I'll squeeze this motherfucker til my palm ache
And, none of my
Bring me some tequila
That's what the fuck I was doing in england
Ay
Worth the wait
Second album on the way
Y'all know i changed
Yeah
This a Dead
the chance of a
Child
Or a careless nurse, or drowning in a pail of water, or being overlaid by a
Sleepy
Servant, or such little accidents, then the young man
guavas, palms, and rambutans
Nature’s finest treasure chest, but I confess, I do digress
There lurks a phantom in our midst, in dire need of exorcist
He’s
Dead in my body but spirit keep lasting
Preach 'till I'm rasping
Reaching by rapping
Clutching my purpose, it's worth it, I'm clasping
Practicing faith
goats for queens (uh huh)
You know black don't crack, I still look in my teens (I do)
Hold up, my glow up, my bronzer, my shape (my shape)
He love me,
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