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But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
With a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes
You know
Verse 1:
we've come this far by faith
Leaning on the Lord
Trusting in His holy word
He never fail me yet
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
No turning
Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it
Long as it means the world is on my shit list
Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, its
a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
In the mood to lose my way with
and I'm willing to risk it
Terror that the world has never known existed
Left so many clues, now how could they miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, find a word
they just tryna hate on me
Take me out try to put date on me
Gotta ride 'round with that thang on me
Catch a nine slippin' by 43, word to me
I'mma
On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I
killer
I should have seen it coming from the start
Shot down, shot down by a lady killer
He took his aim and shot straight through my heart
And then
she kissed me
On the ear and she whispered, "Dear love"
She said, "Don't ever tell me that you love me
Just don't say those three words to me
So I
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
a nigga from killer Queens)
(I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweating it)
(I bet you I can make you cum first) Throw the bets in
I'm a nasty
the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
This is what, this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about
Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son
They just don't understand, you
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And you'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side
I love you
Please say you
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
"Who-bop-a-loo-chi-bop, let's meet
After school at three."
Then she turned around to me
With that gleam in her eye
She said, "I'm sorry if I passed you by,
I'm gonna
An I'll never believe in a single word you say (I'll never believe yuh girl)
[Chorus:]
[Barrington Levy:] You're living dangerously
[Bounty Killer:] Umman
Baby I'm yours (baby I'm yours)
And I'm yours until two and two makes three
Yours until the mountains crumble into the sea
In other words until
a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
In the mood to lose my way with
love too hard to carry on
I love too hard to carry on
With every second passed by, feels more like a day
But it takes forever to find the right words
2Pac's aggressive records are my
Favorite "Hail Mary"
Is just perfect: "Picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words being quoted" Most
Artists now just
Aren't
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
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