Lyrics:
street-educated straight off the welfare
Powered milk drinkin', suicidal witchdoctor known for head shrinkin'
The government want me to stop thinkin'
Blink and I'm
straight outta jail
Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I gotta gun and some shells
Oh hell, might as well pull the trigga
On every snake nigga, when he
Scabies and gentleman
From all the way in the back of the foodstamp line
And straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash
That crackrocksteady beat drums
when I miss the appeal
Long black cars driven close to the lawn
Straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer's garb
The lawyer with
stand straight they can't
Throats are getting wet, throats are getting dry
There's a lot of mead in the horns raised high
The feast goes on forever,
there's a knock knockin' at my door
I'll just sit here on the floor
I'll run 26 miles a day straight up hills
Work overtime to pay all of my hospital bills
wig, before you bit the case
I want to tell you bitches straight from the maggot face
Chorus
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8
Now your
though
She was such a sweet young thing
But something went wrong
Twenty years on a straight line
I guess it built a live time bomb.
She left him
Hearts down.
Straight up.
This is your life.
What's come of your life?
Destroy your mind.
Push back from life.
Well, your dark room is luminous,
your speakers every time your pressing play
When I fish the phonograph so we could set the record straight
Dear god I pray-
Just let me show this
of need.
I want to wake up from this dream.
I need this to end.
I tried to make them all see
That my fear is my only friend.
I walked the straight
First I cut your fucking face off then straight to the acid bath
Midnight, I am turning into the devil...
Midnight, Hell has arrived
Midnight, my
gonna take my absinthe straight tonight
Magnolia I just want to see you flower
I long to smell your scent again
Sweet southern flower I long to make
regurgitated slop, this ain't rock & hip hop
This is day one roots straight out the shoots
Trik Turner recruits soon to form an army
With one main objective,
HUGETIME!
You open up your lips and try to seal my doom
So I make a beeline straight to the menz room
I thought you were cute
I thought your ass was fine
But
ever come down.
Pump the break, it's over now.
Fill it up for another round.
Why stop, lets take it slow.
I wanna get you to go.
Straight
I try my best to live a good life
Walk down that straight and narrow street
My Mama told me go to live right
Beware the strangers that you meet
from tha QB side of things, things is things but
You know my niggaz,yo they let them things ring
And we right, straight right through y'all niggaz
like dat, baby don't move
I'ma slide my nine inch up in you
[Wiz]
And I'ma straight take her to the bathroom
And we get it popin it's non stoppin
Fuck your friend whether she with it or hate it
Your brain is serious, put me on
Imma pimp or mack, then deal with the thong
It's Jung and Wiz, straight
Took seven states of driving straight
The sky was gray where the bird and hay
Were splattered with moss and broken cross
That littered the road with
have knew I was a trigga happy nigga
Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member
I'm a straight motherfuckin' Brim murderer
None that peace
straight-razor totin' woman
Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it)
Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was
Kinda like Prada hot, to set the mood straight
Baby I'm your cow, goin' taking you away
Ok, go on ahead and lay your head on my chest
I know that's
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