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to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you

Choke

the pieces of my life
Without you being by my side
Ask me how I'm doing say I'm fine
But I can't get you off my mind
Dead inside but you're alright
Popped two

Bro I’m hoping that you don’t kill me
By the time that you hear this song
Or even after
But I wanted to write about this situation
Cuz it’s honestly

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Welcome to the dead zone
24/7 it's a red zone
24/7 know you dead wrong
Leave you in the dirt with a sad song
Sendoff
Trying

Dead insideDead inside, dead insideDead inside, dead insideDead inside, dead insideDead inside, can’t live my life
I’m filled with prideBrought up by

as I spill it you know I'mma kill it I'm hot as a skillet
Barbecue grill it and serve up a platter of eloquent chatter by Reno Nevada
Finally feel like

to tell
I'ma start by saying n****s is living in Hell
Is it foo? Is it true? Might not ever end well
If the bridge to our souls burn, I bid you farewell

Dead nights and lights follow me home
We're high and driving down the coast
It's an illusion but I know it's real
I don't know how you feel

Don't

Ten For The Big Guy
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin


You've got the money in the palm of your hand.
You've got

Brain like a mother-fucking cap 'n gown
Back it up when her man not around
Like a skillet
Wait!
Heard my lil snippet, they gone fuck around and steal it

knock em dead like Michael
I had to shoot my shot no rifle
The way you bust it shawty got my mind blown
Oui I wanna touch it get my feel on
Yeah she

a splinter
We both on that line, who the bigger defender
She left bro for dead, so he didn't forgive her
She asked me what happened, I didn't remember
Bigger

bottles of liquor I chug Imma be dead by the end of the month

I'm pulling up Lemme slide on through
Crows lurking above while I'm making my moves
I ain't

I feel like I’ll throw up
My head feels like it’s
Gonna crack like an egg
And fry in a skillet
It feels like I’ve been sleeping on a bed of rocks

Yeah
I’m running it up, yeah, I’m hot like a skillet
She say that she love me, she all in her feelings (In her feelings)
I got ill intentions, I know

a rise out my spirit
Like spoken word take a listen
Sautéed it fresh out the skillet
Red wine and cream take a listen
My Marchand de vin huh
Is deaf watch

Or get bit by my crocodile
You acting while
I'm preaching positive crime
Read a book
I'm swimming over the nautical mile
You better sit when the stick it

Stayed persistent
Opened up doors of opportunities
But That's when niggas got greedy
And lost they unity
Its no Biggie im use to carrying dead weight
Wait

Dead nights and lights follow me home
We're high and driving down the coast
It's an illusion, but I know it's real
I don't know how you feel, I don't

fade you like carlos did 
you is an opposition fuck yo handshake 
have you hiding in the attic like anne frank
do to much dissing and hissng you dead

and the hoes fuckin
Runnin' crib by myself cause the bros tuckin
Master cards ranked me up, now I'm pro punchin

Throwin' hooks at the site like I'm Mike Tyson

got issues
But I think that I could solve a lot of them with a pistol
Pop a couple pussies like pimples it's really too simple
Bullets by your head hear

Snowdrop

Roland Orzabal

Tomcats Screaming Outside

2001

bones 
The devil makes his own pornography 
Oh what a cross to bear
Freaking out completely 
You locked yourself away 
Now you're dead inside 
You

Super-villain chilling never worried about you little children
Thinking you giants, a bunch of Stewie griffins
I been picking skillets to simply