Lyrics:
the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely die
I'mma lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
F#m
he must have lost his mind
E G
he should be put away, right away
C#m
In the corner of the night
D Bm
he
swarming around
Many begin to die
Shitty smell run across the whole city
Nuclear toxic now we wont feel no pity
Many die from e-bola
Many from AIDS
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
the years
Sing me back home before I die.
Sing me back home before I die.
Branded ManL
(Merle Haggard)
One two three four.
I'd like to hold my head up
not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E
seein' is dope (yeah)
My city Leia and I'm Obi-Wan, got a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, me? Must've got
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
and sporadically tear you apart
Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die
Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye!
So you could
like semen, Mc's is scheming
Tryin to bag me baby black you must be beemin
Feenin, I dont know who gased ya head up
Im straight up, for less niggas have
all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed, fam, I got to see some paper
Keep our head to the sky, won't let no
"You must change or you will die"
Woke up in cold sweat
Questions swimming in my head
"Are you your brother's keeper?"
"Or are you in it for yourself?"
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma
Gordon I'd beg for my bread
And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
And I'll die if I don't
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
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