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Party don't start till I show up
And all the groupies is blonde hoes
I got the keys to the blow up
Call them the nuclear launch codes

Oh, by the way, if

things
Those white flowers that kinda stink
Painful blisters on her feet
A thousand calorie Mac and Cheese
That sweet aroma through the breeze
Story time

meaning
It's rock versus roll
It's world versus existence
It's God versus the soul

It's cunts v cunts
It's pricks v pricks
What's it gonna be?

Life is

plead for his life, yeah, you know, gun a nigga down
I be like this, I'm by myself or if a hundred niggas 'round
All white ones, I feel like Nelly, long

a life into this world how was i supposed to know
A child got me selfless, now I'm building up a home
Failed abortions every time I say I won't, I always

20 to life
My brother been serving it could have been me
I served a few days, I was back on the street
Surrounded myself with these hobos and addicts

not very hot but I can talk
Won't fall my brother I slip not
I said
Won't fall my brother I slip not
Everyday I live my life wondering if I'll die

meaning
It's rock versus roll
It's world versus existence
It's God versus the soul

It's cunts v cunts
It's pricks v pricks
What's it gonna be?

Life is

meaning
It's rock versus roll
It's world versus existence
It's God versus the soul

It's cunts v cunts
It's pricks v pricks
What's it gonna be?

Life is

me Doc, what should I do?
Fuckin' lie to the cunt
Tell her that your on a plane that got hijacked by a couple Iraq's
And your bout'a crash in

Never stop that mental block, so I'm tryin' to get across it
If you want those white lines we sellin' them dentals floss
The fiends outside are shootin'

a "just ate ass" face, why y'all mad at him?/
The magnum, that you keep by your abdomen/
Better stay where it's at, I don't mind going back again/
Mind

White horses, they race across the sand
Don't heed the laws of the land
They run for the silver orb
Not threatened by the golden sword
Shimmering in

Kentucky Country
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against those heavy skies
Barbwire in a black and white shot
Like an image of perpetual pain
That ties me down knot by knot

Hard against my naked skin

walk down the streets of gold to see our Savior

See us standing near the throne
The throne of Jesus
Dressed in robes made purest white by His own blood

The shit I've seen in my life has made the angel on my shoulder cry
So when I'm committed, baby girl, I'm talkin' bout you and I
And if you lockin'

dey see white

Don’t we need two eyes to see the foresights
Don’t we need two legs to ride todays bike
I really need some peace like Uncle Despite

Cocaine we got walked out by folks in chains
Watching out for what we can't see like our kids is in the ocean plane
This music's like a coke exchange social

straight up told me lies
I’d be a fucking millionaire
Baby it’s a wild life
Baby it’s still too much to be out here playing pretend
Like it or not when you

you want fancy life but don't yeah got no features You that type of bitch, that gon' Bust it open
For the whole block , I like the way you swag
I like

Tee shirt coke white like it was made in Medellin
Heavy cuban link I know it look like I be peddling

Well you can say I'm pushing dope
The shit I'm

left hand
On the Bible

Yea they tried to book me
Tried to book monk
Hol on hol on let me pop this bitch real quick
Yo I'm impressed
By all the fucking

through this life on earth
Helping out,
when we can
Day by day,
Like a moon