Lyrics:
Not gonna explain myself to the likes of you
Tired of feeling sorry for feeling the way I do
I've heard that you can't please everybody on this
drillin' me hard.
Keep me cummin', keep me up all night.
This conversation, get me high.
Clever touch will say to you;
Let's go! Cum junkie! Turn me on!
??? by the police local papers call this justice I call it murder ??? with a club in his hand ??? I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you
(oh, yeah)
I'm dedicated to trying to make your team this year
Right about now, you should be wrapped up in clouds, pretty lady
Right about now, you
okay, fuck we all do
I'm only tryin' to say you gang related too bitch!
Take anybody killa
I know him but I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw
empty
This soul of mine
I have been chosen to murder the living
I have been chosen to kill you slowly
It grips me, the sickness that now dwells
a turnpike rest stop
Shit in storage, living from a suitcase
Thinking, "This is how a silver spoon tastes?"
'Cause you can make a dream possible
But it'll
My declaration to Gaia
Listen close to what I have to say
For this isn't your biblical propaganda
These are the darkest days of humanity
Drawing
the ocean and the storm without a shore we'll find our own way home and sing out every song we know no one can keep us down and who gives a fuck what anybody
It is summer, I want to get stoned and fall in love,
We are sleeping giants, underground kings, we are fiends,
This is night of the creeps, do you
this astral sphere
So if your blasting there something will happen here
Thunder claps the air, poison gas that's clear
Invades our oxygen, venomous
survived.
A faceless fuck betrothed to his bedside,
A bed pan for a bride.
"And now that this curse is in my blood,
A time of redemption has begun.
The shit you breed is the world I mourn in
Cause it's too goddamn hard to fuck your mother
Cause I'll take your world and watch you destroy it
Now
a taste
Of death? I know ya want to fuck me down
Til' I'm bleeding red. I couldn't care less,
I'll end up rotting in mud, so c'mon mothafucka
And gimme
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest, y'all check this out
You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
health-sports store
This is the stuff I used to do before
Draw Paul Hardcastle, n-n-nineteen
Was always played on the roller disco scene
I would listen
of a dying Chinaman
He said get him out of here or I'm gonna bite of his face
No daddy daddy don't daddy daddy
Get the fuck out of my house
No daddy
nihility, holocaust comes
The cataclysm I have feared...comes
Doom, nihility, holocaust comes...
Why must I to be born
Why must I to be born to this
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Smokin that weed, feelin fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
[ Devin ]
Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square
Put some fire
Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don't believe me? here's my hype,
Offer me the record and i'll show you the type,
Of criminal this rap
Hit the block around twenty to nine,
Checking my girl
But then I see this girl lookin' fine, so I
Asked her if she wouldn't mind,
Could you tell
Well I, I went to buy myself a handgun
Why you think man, to shoot down everyone
So you better go running star
But I spent all my money on this
..."What the fuck are you lookin' at!?"
(Chorus)
Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
lying on a picture of misconceptions
As we fall walking across the dead
This is a memory of a rotting destiny
Our worst nightmare
Your throat will
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