Lyrics:
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife
Kenny be on a dosage
Don't ask me why I be doing the most
I write and rap no more prozac
I fight for the racks and dont look back
I be protract-or angle
it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stencils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
Okay... Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more
Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high
and can't handle it
And your homegirls can't be your manager
365 times four, plus more
Can't get it right, tell me
Do you got the stamina?
But ain't no money
decision
You shouldn't make it on your own
Yeah, friends don't let friends drink alone
No, they don't
Well, I got another buddy in Birmingham
Got cut
be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One
man's girl, even I know that
But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knife in hand, says their relationship's hangin' by a strand
So she's
know by midnight if you leave me
And no lies can make the difference
More hearts get broken now than need be
And it's right to face the woman
That
Music over this. Cut back to presenter.
Presenter We'll be showing you more of that photograph
Later in the programme...unless we hear from Charles
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Aye, aye, so now I'm
So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant
So low that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!" I just go hit
So
hair, whole world going nuts
You are more than able, of cutting through that cable
But I see your angel, don't act young and wasteful
Come
down
But I don't worry
No I don't worry anymore
Keep begging you for more
It b-burns like a fire
It c-cuts a river deep
It kicks like a gun
But it's so
she'll throw a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don't look so upset, why you acting bashful?
Don't you wanna help
seein' that boy no more"
So I'd cut the lights a quarter mile out
She'd meet me 'tween there and the house
Like two thieves in the night in the light
the line like a heart shaped knife
Cut me down baby, one more time
Good or bad baby
Yes, no, maybe
It's drivin' me crazy
Won't you pick up the phone
left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes
Don't know why my baby never looked so good before
Don't have to wonder no more
She been
just a cut price person in a low budget land
Excuse my shoes they don't quite fit
They're a special offer and they hurt me a bit
Even my trousers are
And it cuts me like a knife
For there is always some little thing you gotta do
Hey! Ho!
Oh baby don't go
Hey! Ho!
Well baby, no no no
Hey! Ho!
Oh
don't need no blue pill
Imma keep on rebounding, like Shaquille O'Neal
I don't want fakes, I want reals
I wanna make highlight reels
They already know
be saved, I can't say
So don't hang your hat on the knife I'm my back
'Cause nobody treats me like that.
Where do I go from here?
How do I find
overcome
Let Your kingdom come and Let Your will be done.
I was worthless. I was dead.
Foul. Nasty. Dirty.
I had no eyes to see or ears to hear that You are
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