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Blow

Theory of a Deadman

Savages [Clean]

2014

Sometimes it makes me wanna blow my f***in' head off
Sometimes it makes me think the world has gone officially insane

Everything's a scandal

Smoke a nigga if he
Uh
Lookin kind of sticky
Uh
I meant slimy
Up the dick and blow her mind yeah
Just the tip her lips is tiny
Y'all don't get it please

one last day and then be gone
With no greater need of purpose and
No other needs at all
Just close your eyes, a little sleep
And when your mind is torn

So I'll leave some piss at your grave (ok)
We staying fresh, our drip drop
Yeah we dressing, big sauce
Going up, that's tip top
Yeah we bout to liftoff

Keep you by my side all the time like we Siamese
You some good fortune take you out get some Chinese
And you graceful do your thang with the ease
Got

haze by the ounce
Y'all always know a mothafucka gotta do it big
I'm snortin' blow I grab the choppa then I split your wig
Don't work from home I'm bout

you should taste the shit
You feel your head start to lift
Soon as it hit your lips
Me and wizzle done burned
Like fifty spliffs
I blow I blow I blow

Like baseball bats
Face all facts We next, what's your take on that
Place all bets All in on me, you can shake on that
Mind blown, about to blow you away

Russian Roulette
Words by Edith Pepper, Katie Freeman and Chris Chappell
Music by Chris Chappell
(c) 2012 Must Hatch Music

I want to thank you all

Na Na Na we dont mind
We don't mind dem

When talk say you won't blow
WOAH...WE DONT MIND THEM
You can never reach your goal
WOAH...WE DONT MIND THEM

the bitch know that she missin' from my mind
She a 10 out of 10, so I nickname her Dime
Ass so damn fat, she walk by, I rewind
And she lookin' so pretty, I

yours my intelligence
Haters tried to slow my inception but
They just don't know I'm elegant
I'm Peloton
Never mind
I'm some better shit
My legs kicked

broker than a bitch
I gotta pop shit i bought her Burger King I
Think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money boy your check like a toothpick
You ain’t real got

Girlfriend, tell me what’s on your mind
I will treat you right, make you feel alright
Let me ease your mind
Baby, I will comfort you (oh oh oh)

Without Me

Eminem

The Eminem Show

2002

get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow

of mind, are you sick?
'Round here main way to provide for your kin
Is in a flick blade, little push bike and a SIM
In London a place where it's nicer

Im a pro that's about to be found
You can roll that in your rizla blow it out 
I'm the speaker heres the sound turn it loud 
Who you think you

you by my side because your love I can't find
Feel like I'm trapped inside a dream because I can't leave my mind
Oh
Oh

wall paper
(Wall paper)
If you don't mind you can put my song as your ring tone
(Ring tone yeah)
Enjoy my music like cartoon I say this one na flintstone

Barrakka
I'm dead to the flesh like Cobain to Nirvana
You got a death wish
Let me blow your mind
Blow your mind
Straight to your head click
Maybe it's your

Shortie Like Mine

Johnta Austin

The Price of Fame

2006

to the rhythm of a hi-hat 
She got a beautiful mind, you can't buy that (uh-uh)
And the sight of her behind when she walk on by
Make a nigga wanna try that

Over heads like Frederic Weis I’m Vince Carter
My pens sharper than getting hit by 6 archers
A sick author, your shit’s fragile I hit harder

Ruth's Chris steak is on your plate
Ride with me why would you wait
This a tsunami not a wave
It always feels like its the Spring
By the way I make it rain

YOUNG GUNZ LYRICS

"No Better Love"

[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother,