Lyrics:
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum,
human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive
Die by fire, painful death,
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side
He gives me a place to go when things get bleak
He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
the isolated ones
We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
WEAK, WONT POP OUT ON ME
BITCH IM SHOOTING 1ST SO U CAN NEVER UP ON ME, THEY WISHING DEATH ON ME
PUSSY ASS HOE I GOT THE CHECK ON ME, NEVER CATCH ME BY
Christmas cutie
Come in from outside
Come and get warm
Lay by the fire
It's been a pretty long year
And we're all feeling tired
Christmas cutie
Znam gościa co nastroju już nie widzi bez hajsu
Jego ego samochód typ miał nosa jak Daniec
Choć za żonę to by wybrał byle szrota na ruchanie
Znasz te
girls need some meds
Go to sleep go to bed
You a bum you just shitty
I'm the best in my city
I'm the best in my nation
Fuck these bitches outta pity
"posh".
I've got some time since I've broke my watch.
(some ohs)
I'm clearly having one of my episodes.
Bring out the credit card lets by a friend or oh.
that I treat tracks like kicks 'cos I'm clean when I lace mine
I break minds, If I put a watch in a bum bag that's the only scene where I waste time
oh baby im on top of this
if you wanna work im an optimist
in another country i often get
loved by these girls imma rock this shit
girl abroad like
poor man sits all alone
counts about nothing he owns
you see him there, but you walk on by
his cup of change is running dry
his whole world is cold
the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Getting money by the stack
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
complicating
I caught you bluffing, I'm deconstructing of what's been corrupted
These bums been pumping up a reluctant couple of punks and
I'm coming in rough
Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled
And told his mama to turn the page.
(chorus) junkyard jesus did you well.
Livin' by the junkyard there's always
in da door they step on your foot
They play da game but dey aint it playing by the book
Jada the president of def jam that's a good look
Got some many
wicked like a wizard, rhymin? every letter
To beat me, you got to have a army or better
Bum-rushin? other rappers like Rhyme-O-Cop
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