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You say the vultures are calling for your last breath. And the rhythm of your heartbeat stopped for no more pain, you'll ask for death by name.

M.E.N II

Bugzy Malone

M.E.N 2

2019

a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn't

feeling like I'm losin' grip
Or who's to say, I'm used to the stupid shit
Fans say I'm on fire like my fuse is lit
But all these fake ass rappers got you

and a plan that, damn, didn't work. Who'd understand?
You understood that. You both had plans that hit the fan,
now you and your man split up. Your head's in

that I caught you lying
This thing is gonna get two-sided
Run around with another man
Now it's going down, it's gonna hit the fan
Let's see how you like

to say
Don't even have to ask, cause it's more than you think
I'm your biggest fan

Let's take the jump in September, let's find a place, you and me
Let's

I am not interested in living in the best, I'm not keen on making big fans
What will we do now
You my guitar, every sound by melody of life, how I

effects with catching wreck
plus some gaining respect from all my peers (cheers)
coming from stands hands from the rap fans
couln't possibly clap to make

you thought you was the man,
Still them cats said that you were my biggest fan,
You don't admit it, you wanna turn up the heat,
Step on your face like

crazy
like my great Colonel
Everywhere, I've been up,
I've been down, been around
I've been in heaven and hell (för fan)
Try to get away with me 'cause

you're the fan
and now we'll gladly carry out
the garbage-can

we're fifty something, well-aged wine
if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine.

I'll

need a fan
See lil' mama choosy, I think I need to dance
So I ask what her name is, she said me
And who you going home with, she said me

Groupies are

and turned the amp on
It was time to make his dream come alive

He's gonna be a Rockstar oh oh
Posing for his fans covered with chewinggum tatoos
Like

I want the fans and my show to put the mosh in pit
Barbecuing with my crew chillin' off my tits 
with a maid that'll slave cook and wash my dick 
in

I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls

Look at all these whose, no, look at all these …
I do have the shows, I got cheese like …
Hello world, hello girls, hello fans, hello haters
We the holy

trees cast a swirl
of golden shadows
all around them
spindly hands
splaying sad fans
of ochre
cinnamon
and rust

protectively
linking arms above
sheltered

I am sleeping in the park
I'm thirsty like a low tide shark
the only time I get to see my wife is by her new man in the MALL...
wait a minute...

fans will shout
But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my album's out
'cause there's more up my sleave
And like mobb deep said (it's the flav for

shopping
    jogging and round go home ok new line entry new wave 
    new look new deal and line by superctuck entertainment 
    baby mixer balance

know by now you 'bout to start learning
We shine on the court
We shine on the field
We shine every season
We shine every year
They can't stop me man my

put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In

Kosovo på spelning
Till alla mina gärisar jag sa sho
Till alla mina fans jag svär ni min bror
Till alla mina peeps som har fuckat min shit
Since dag ett

today

Bitch I'm by my lonely I'm
Just playing with the racks
I got 'bout 10 bands on me
Spent that on Drank to relax, yea
I'm pullin' her hair from