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their chest,
So pass the buddha,
The funky tie hooter,
And watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
Not a generic dime a dozen m.c.,
Never
finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thang runnin' around
I know there'll be the devil to pay
She'll come blowin' like a cyclone right
when I'm dead and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into coal
I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miners who
craving and
I'm not taking it lightly
Oh no!
I'm living inside, a dead lie
Controlled by the Devil's eyes and I don't mind it
Draw my ace up and roll my
time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
when I'm dead and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into coal
I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miners who
all is bad,
Lookin 4 my pills,
Many kills... but not mine
Dead walkin, all is bad,
Lookin 4 my pills,
Now im really sad,
Mind of mine is dead,
Now im
to grow, give 'im a jar of porter
Sing toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, give 'im a jar of porter
When I was
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (not)
Real diamonds on me, you can see it
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
like me
I'm here walking in a city that is red again
I'm here living with the dead again
Knowing why I'm here again
Like me, oh, it's not your
to grow, give 'im a jar of
Porter
Sing toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, give 'im a jar of porter
When I was
Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will
is love is never-ending
It's giving all and not pretending
It's holding on although your heart
Feels dead
A quarter of a century of years
Have
condition? Are they still alive?"
"Well, I'm not really sure, but they don't look so good
I'm pretty sure they're dead
Yeah, I think they're dead
sense
But I think I'm gonna give it a try
There's no settling down
There's only driving downstate so I drive
I would give anything not to feel so jagged
time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
It's funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream
to live without regrets
I'm always moving forward and not looking back
But I tend to leave a trail of dead, while I'm moving ahead
So I'm stepping away
I'm sitting by a lake
But it's not of this earth
The water is so clear
And the birds are alive
A mirror for the sky
Only see themselves and fly
dead dead dead
I've been smilling towards people I hate
I don't know if I can hold a little more
I'm not sure
Demons inside me
I need of blood
Where
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
lovin' but she would never do it with a gun
Calilou is that your California woman's name
Yeah but I'm not sure she's in California for sure you know
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