Lyrics:
don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want to get
I survived the dinner
Then the air went thinner
I retired to the briars by the pool, it gets so loud
If I die this instant
Taken from
I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm
I promised my papa I'd come to no harm
And I went to the city where I was employed
In a firm
down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
and questions plain as your nose
But who would believe a little rose?
Winners and losers in love with themselves
No Santa Claus no happy elves
In this
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
consist of
Bank bud the brew and the bitches
And the bustas never could hang nigga
Hook x4
[Flesh~N~Bone]
Now he better lay down
Test me boy
I
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
style in the automatic car wash
Later that date she took me to see bait
She bought a nacho plate
But only Tech N9ne got ate
The cerebellum was great
the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
God walks home through the local park
Meets the devil with a broken heart, he says
"I've been let down by the armies of darkness
Oh my whole
come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you
sweet
He got a twelve gauge shotgun
Kills just enough to eat
Down by Campbells river
Where the water's crisp 'n cold
It just takes a little sunshine
I heard about the trouble they had
down on the farm
they say they lost all the white horses
and half of the corn
the woman of the house
she came
here ya son hollerin' at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin', peepin down on how I'm livin'
Aye, tell Jesus
stars fill the silo
Honey let’s all stay late
Leave your religion like you left Abilene,
Leave your grey guns by the gate
Throw away the thimbles,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
here ya son hollerin' at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin', peepin down on how I'm livin'
Aye, tell Jesus
learned to shoot on Junior's farm, with a BB gun in my little arms
But only old tin cans were harmed, that milestone day on Junior's farm
And I learned
baby I know you love rock,
let's listen Guns n Roses
Would you like schema boy?
You see my rose,
you say you love me
but I don't feel you love
Why
guns in the silence of the wood,
And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood;
When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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