Lyrics:
flame thrower
Stuck a chain store when I was dirt poor for my reward
Next week the germans have me on a bulletin board
I beat that case, they couldn't
I'm the dog,
I'm the bone,
I'm the blood in the ice-cream cone,
I'm the sticks,
I'm the stones, yeah, thats breakn' your fuckin' bones.
I'm
on the side of me
Drinkin brass moneky
Nan Dog gettin all fucked with me
Smokin on the lleno
Then I pass it to my dio Manuel
Shit all good fool we bang in
another scarred dog sunrise
hopeleessness included
free sorrow handy case
self sucking serves me well
depressive shock
dry throat & cold sweat
Scoop dirt smitty over hook-in-mouth
Foot work itchy for a hoof and snout
Do or die intruder bound
Zoomed on the stupefying truancy of
Santa's little
lost like my phone charger
Yelling ayup! You talk, shit's cute
I act, I don't talk, kinda like I hit mute
I get to rock till I sweat thru socks, dog
I'm
Run up mo'
Sound of the gun go poof
Grab that spinner from Harry's
Young one did dirt with the magic wand
Swing that power of lightening
Yeah
heart from out his body, make his chest hurt
On your block, I milly rocked all on this damn dirt
And your bitch hurt, please put on your best work (What?)
to a turkey to a goat
And then you jump
And then you jump
You jump on the road
You jump on the road
'Til it runs out of dirt
By the Methodist Church
By
Graveyard dirt and filth in piles
I'm the blind who leads the blind men down
Despise the icons, crush reality and drag to my hell all your smiles
Old
bells and church sirens
Police ding-dong, church wee-ooh
Well I'm a fan of bands on ground and dirt on stage
And of tigers on a leash and dogs in
not the nigga you should talk to
I'm not the nigga you should talk to
Goin' off, got it ringin' the alarm now
Pickin' up at the gate, bring dogs
the dugout raw sniffing
The bombs ticking, the second the songs written
They'll all fall victim, and left with their balls missing, like a neutered dog
Kill
an addict (ahh)
Dig that (?) 'til she ain't gettin up
Dog I been up in the field like Carrick (eyy)
Act on the net like they wanna come front man (wha)
and turned to vapors
But in the meantime
Got money on my mind
White color cash, dirt or grime
Everything between this year's all mine
I'm prepared to wash
the lemon told you I need that, I need that
Switching my gear they ain't see that
Ungrateful dogs, I've been peeped that
Now they probably mad watching
child
Nigga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my shirt
Money long like Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
Well I got a few good friends
And a pretty good ol dog
I guess that's about it
Never really needed a whole lot
But those few good friends
Seem
a child of the wolves, come on
Dog roulette, what the fuck is that? (what's that)
What the fuck is that?
(We've been hearing a lot about the illuminati
on
After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday
Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday
I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up
blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That
there's backyard dirt
It's a big mess with more to confess
Stale broccoli, crumbs, and old banana peel
Wake up!
Get up!
And Clean Your Room
like Fly streak be, R.I.P. big D.O.G
Fly gone do it to 'em like ya told me make 'em feel me
Keep the kindness all up in me, keep the realest rollin' wit
bring an attorney
'Cause since child birth I've been raised to do dirt on this earth
Yes it hurts
To find out that I can't get away from all
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