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of a childhood friend rapped in a mans fading intellect. So long let these tears wash away the blood on your hands. So long you're forgiven for easing her pain. I

Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches

King Of The North

Bugzy Malone

King of the North EP

2017

and when I do wireless there's hardly any room left in the tent
Housing by the Fitz would pay for the rent
I would tell a Henry VIII to my friend
I've

the shovel, bury me alive
All your friends in here, yeah, all my brothers died
Baby, I need you here, just right here by my side 
Feel like bad luck is me,

Ganksta Attitude

B.O.N.E. Enterprise

Faces of Death

y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well

Revelationz

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by

a blade and a Glock 23 for the static
Just know I'm prone to blast, if you can take it you can have it
But on another note, if you don't kill me then I'm

need to grow
Said I'm your friend turned me to a foe
Although I told everyone to keep the hope but nope
You think I made your funeral
But you almost made

are not my friends, you little fucktards, lucky I don't drop the pen
For a twenty-two glock, forty cal, spot your head
And I drop you dead, reload and I

for words so take a thousand pictures 
Then you bought a camera
Made my female friends all models 
Now I'm seeing Sophie posing nearly naked by

imagined that I'd buy flowers for you
Never imagined that I'd buy flowers for you
These roses are for you, roses for your funeral

If I see you in

Authentic Tribute

Culture VI

Elite

2004

twenty for a body he didn't kill
No evidence not enough money to appeal
And five points sittin' in a maximum jail
His so called friends don't visit don't

around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go

shooters waitin' for you if
You look at me wrong muerte!

12 gauges were perfect for these kind
Of jobs, 'cause they were intimidating
They were
Big you

at my funeral
For once, I'd like to be the only one dry

MY VICIOUS SIDE

Bekay

Let the Ghosts Sing

catch-me///
hahaha all them toys is through//
Imagine me or  IG giving a  fuck for them boys in blue//
By the way this is that raw shit// that fuck a dirty

The Revolution Exodus

Deathstars

Synthetic Generation

2004

May the revolution come again, may the evolution come my friend
May the new order take your hand, we walk in lines for the funeral of man

You

friend
Ya'll know that I been snapping
I went blind, but now I see again
I been working with the squad
Guarantee we'll pick you off
Ain't stopping till we

away
It's gonna be a long night so find something to say

Well, Luke was a kid with a lot of friends
And he used his looks as a means to an end
But don't

decorate my friend
As death comes ripping there’s no more pain

I am pushing my lungs for my love
I feel the panic of deadly purpose
Now my naked soul looks

surrounded by the wolves now
How you like me
Na na na
You all in danger
Don't talk to strangers
Let me make it crystal clear
Before you disappear
Searching for

My best friend died when I was 14 we used to go fishing and ride our bikes everyday. I was 15 when he died for the second time I cried at his wake.

at one or two am and then wrote songs on 
amphetamines, performed them for him 
Our houses they were sanctuaries of soap operas and lies, and funerals were

It happened at a birthday celebration
You said by all accounts I made a scene
I told off-color jokes
Offended several folks
I guess perhaps I might