Lyrics:
within the pack
Acceptable behavior stick to the mantra
Fan the flames of discontent
Open the window for opportunism
Civic disobedience, barbarism
Fans take a picture of me grinning
When I'm around women it's like that
Now picture me, I think I'm winning
When I'm alone see it's right by
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
stare
Fear
To fan the flames
The embers quickly burning out are overtaken
Pain
To seal you fate
The only thing I've ever known has left me broken
This
Blindfolded, okay, yeah, I know it sounds adorable
But dollars signs in pop's eyes grew creepy and deplorable
He said, "Play by the noises, follow the ding
Ladies roll by
Like a million cemetery lawns
I don't even try anymore
Keeping up with the headstones
Maybe I've been waiting too long, too long
[Proof]
La-la la-la la-la la-la, pretend to sharrrrrre..
Da, da-da, ain't nothin, by D-Twellllllve..
Weed no seeds, last year Cannabis Cup
a good reader
Catch a couple haters call me a cheater
Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya, naii
Its only right I'm wearing my Rolex, hello
That I'd be living the dream
If my life switched
With the football team
I'd be praised by my friends
If I was driving a Mercedes Benz
What do
Tanith dropped by today. Like, I hadn't seen her in years, but there
She was at my front door in her colonial helmet. Custom made Burmise
Fan poised
with the extra
Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna
This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's time again to give it a verse
Jamaican born, not a fan
my eye when she walked by lookin' like a freak
I leaned over kissed her on the cheek.
I was being careful not to move too fast,
But she smiled when
never known the beauty to be seen
Beyond his flat-panel PC LCD screen.
But would he care if I took him by the hand,
Planned on a trip
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
Sometimes Shakespeare's over done.
His constant sadness is no fun.
The comic relief's the best part
Fans just can't wait for it to start.
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace
And I woke up in the kitchen sink
With an umbrella full of holes overtop my head and
I fell asleep
me sick
Don't clap your hands
Don't start to dance
Don't let them know that you're a fan
You're living in hiding
But really, friend, have you
to Bangladesh
Ain't no fuckin' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
Fuck off, this
Windy autumn
Evening by the river
Stands a man
A man and Gabrielle
Real looker
Her back began to shiver
Reminders of the months
Under his
And by myself I lay em' out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it's been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many
got thousands of fans, but I don't get the obsession
There's a nice guy inside, I guess I've never met him
Cause I could buy a fast car but not even
Ihr Eintagsfliegen
Wenn ich euch seh', gibt es Drive-By vorbeifahren, schießen
Und ich trete auf deinen Lackschuh
Und bewege jetzt den Abzug, yeah
desperation
Lookin' at the ceilin' fan, spinnin' around, havin' a panic attack
I don't pop no pills 'cause it don't take the pain away from me
I don't crack
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