Lyrics:
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin
Coffee keeps me up and I can't sleep
And when I drink too much then I can't eat
Losing you has led me to believe
Everything I love is killin' me
(uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind (woo)
That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next
So
cross the line (uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind (woo)
That X got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna
uno dos tres quattro
be be
ahhh
be be
ahhh
bang bang
bang bang
bang bang
bang bang
you're killin' me baby, you're killin'
' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
us the- outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
and spendin' and killin' shit
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot,
the year of O-one
Now the lesson is over
And the killin's begun
got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you betta run (ya betta run, ya betta run, ya betta run)
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're
the lesson is over
And the killin's begun
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em'
I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time
This killin' time
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
Detroit, Motown
Ayy, guess what?
They gave us a Super Bowl this year
And you know what happened?
Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
Murder,
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