Lyrics:
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
to pop it
I'm fucking with the plug daughter all up in her socket
3rd bottle of wine I'm starting to feel like Bacchhus
Wasted all that time a comebacks
I waited by my laptop for the tickets to come on sale
Now it’s 9 months later and the night is finally here
I’m standing in the mosh pit
3rd row
makers
Seen em sleep on they ass they go soon awaken
We gon pop if it’s smoke then the room get shaken
3rd eye open off the shrooms we takin
This shit
on how
To fake a knee-break
A true ache for a splurgery
Methods it will take like an unneeded surgery
A photoshop 3rd degree burnin' me
Just so he could
What’s my name? (Papa Burgundy)
Think about it hard 'cause you
Might've heard of me
Maybe on the track with 3rd Degree
If it don't ring a bell
You’re not
no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs
to this torch
Flame em up quick
If they try to extort
Quick bucks
From my team
7 years bad luck
3rd Ward where I'm from
I poured all my pain in a cup
I
and you’ll get by
Try an’ try from deep inside
3rd Verse
If you always doubt yourself in your mind
Yes yes yes (omit)
You’ll always be left out and fall
I'm feeling like Tetuila
This is my own Dilemma, Dilemma Yea
Then came around a 3rd to turn it up
Met her on a cold chilly night my reading hall
She was
us
Shop don't close 'cause the neighbors change
Same way cops know to roll when the date say
The 1st to the 3rd a g-pack could make it all seem
Bruce Wayne
A telltale won't fail or get stale
'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm
bitch like a philly
feel me believe me and see me in 3D
have you heard I will use my 3rd eye
murders occur when I demonstrate eliminate the witness
Morbid priests serenity
Sing praise
Thy kingdom is at hand
[Repeat 3rd verse]
Evil curse is carried forth zombies rage
Burning holy images in life
dumb I gotta old soul
Quarterback I run my team like Tony Romo
My life a movie and my 3rd eye be a go pro
They don't got yo best interest let em' go
You to the cross
God came for the broken and the Lost
Took our sin to the grave For the cost
Rose on the 3rd day like a boss
Ima need you to Breathe
commit a federal crime
There ain't no such thing as bailing
'Cause where you gonna go
Mexico and every 3rd world country is owned
By the USA
The same
comes to contracts hmm
They went dyslexic
Plus you a junkie
They feed you lean and pills
For breakfast
Combined with ya 3rd grade education
And you
the sun while I quench my thurst
police helicopters gettin on my nerves
emergency you burnin 3rd degree
so be alert while I work you can learn from me
yea I
same story
Plus their pushing their agenda and it's nothing that's important
Forget about the v*rus its just showin you who's blinded
Not using their 3rd
a blindfold
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Unless it's with a side note
I've been taking notes since a kid in the 3rd grade
Jumped on
Pushed around
Get up
Chris]
Now by the 3rd verse it's way hotter
We wide open she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling I noticed
That can't nobody do it
see you with my 3rd eye
You hypocrite
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after it
I'm back like Lazarus
I'm hazardous, (rap)turous, slanderous
That's what
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
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