Lyrics:
turning
Turning and we turning and we turning in them circles
I remembered
I remember the cosmic taste of her dipper
On her soft red lips
We falling through
red
Yall niggas soft, yall is pussy, yall ted
It's dr3ad in this bitch we gon spit on that shit
Rock a nigga so hard make him cry make him quit
Niggas
down like on a bed and do he bad and take him off
But Sanzo sick he got a cough
Why they playing like they bad They know they hella soft
He say he
to do. But suddenly I'm the supervillain
Haunted by the ghosts in ya grandmother house. Sleepin on your couch, cuz you scared the demon gon come out
Let
Blinded by the soft light that glows on stain glass windows
Oh my fate, it falls in the night enshrouding my head
In the day it falls back to me and I go
S'yeah i'm in my head
24/7 can't be mislead
SF golden got golden dreads
Never been soft i'm not a ted
Turnt' off meds eyes bloodshot red
Purple what
Crown of Rain
Little Red's place down by the gutter
Down in the trouble
There she'll come to you if you care to take a rest
If you care to fight
brother, I ain't talkin' on roam
They thought I was soft, no foam
If they thought that, they not ready yuh
These people be acting to petty yuh
Sippin' that
One blunt, red eyes but we soft
Yeah
Say me not joking na na
You cannot hate me
Cannot face this
eyes are raging na na
Head is aching
Want some
look like I grow weed
Y'all niggas smokin' that backyard, huh
Bitch, you niggas cotton soft
You niggas flexin' and fallin' off
Long Johnson, that I gave
and the underachievers
No such thing as a curse that can't be dispersed
With a good old-fashioned chipper machine
I keep people's secrets written safe across my forehead
single second
Batter up, I'mma break a record
Can't beat the machine
All of my body's a weapon
If you're a bot, I'm a circuit breaker
Human flesh, I'm
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Killing machine red eyes terminator
Got the dragon wings wide
Bug eyes exterminator
Got no cards on the field
Blue eyes burstliminator
You see black
Killing machine red eyes terminator
Got the dragon wings wide
Bug eyes exterminator
Got no cards on the field
Blue eyes burstliminator
You see black
cylinder motor starts to roar
The body's a little rough but the motor's real clean
It don't need no paint to be a running machine
It's got moon discs baby
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken
The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months,
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
to mention
Thots in my mention
Don't pay no mind on my mind is a pension
Play by the rules well fuck that they still get to lynching
Not to mention
Tensed up
red, painted roses red
We're pulling pedals from roses in your bed
We use the thorns to write words left unsaid
Oh how my grace is now soft as the stone
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