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
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog
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
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'
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin'
the year of O-one
Now the lesson is over
And the killin's begun
nothing else
And uh, this song is about a dog
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my
a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my
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 gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my
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
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
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)
Dawn breaks on the battlefield
While the mornin' mist lays heavy on the ground
And the silenc is like thunder
As the enemy prepares another round.
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
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