Lyrics:
by some fucking maniac
And that's me
Baby get off me I don't wanna feel your touch
No more
'Cause I've had enough
Yeah I've had enough
You don't live
you up like a paperback
With the track record of a maniac
So I move it in and we unpack
It's the same as yesterday
Any way we roll
Everything must
and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
at Maniacs
That's why them hoe's in the club with Tech given blowjobs in the back
How many niggas really worry bout scars? How many niggas wanna become
again
No longer for the big type ball event
Big willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick, yo Rick)
So check the gift, everything comes
maniacs in the streets
Sometimes life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggas say be careful
Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
for a reason,
at uu
is it strange, i'm missing uu
every day im blue
crying in this room
every tear for uu
could i be enough for uu
IT'S EVERYTHING YOU DO
do i have
to get by you
Do you know all the things I did in that trap room (Hell boy)
In that trap room I did it in that trap room
Stuck everyday by day in one way
all my temperament
No settling our differences
That bitch ain't a story
Mommy said I'm taking it
Unfollowed by most my friends
Started to feel like some
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King
Remember who you are
Where you came from
Everything in this life
Temporary going to be over
Now it’s over now it’s over
Now it’s over now it’s over
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
friends
If you offer us your blood
And by your side, till all time ends
I'll be the one you hug
Psychopaths can give you all you want and more
Only maniacs
there's the
Rub - flesh-carve - pound by pound
Whispering a hoodoo, clip another fat cigar, getting on the
Register
Maniacs always seem to get so far
Round
person poster, your past
Orchestrated by the mind of a
Maniac hack and slash
Half the raps in my repertoire body
Parts in my dresser drawer
Man just can't
life was gonna be one hell of a Fight
Red room, no doors? How can we explain insanity! I've been up straight for countless Days, popping pills to stay
a bunch of skeletons in my bed
Fall in love with everything, I hate
Put 10,000 hours in, for my day
Baby why you all up in my head
I got a bunch
Ignored mi Madre, stayed home ditching high school.
Silhouette ran up on me inside the red room.
Say hi to the Devil, I asked God for help.
Such
broke
Runnin' 'round town, yeah they comin' for my head though
Funny thing about it they don't always see my head though
Schizo, maniac I'm fiendin'
gotta look for peace it's always been you
Everything that I need, it's always been you
Never seen competition, you always made room
Every time I gave up
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie
They went left not my type
Young king with a dream
I got goals for this life
Yeah they hate to see you win
They was hoping for a slice
Raised by
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