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nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
7 - Malefice
Society will not survive
Misery fucking way of life
Millions damned by empty words
Not describe the worst in this world
Fanatics
the norm
I usually take two seconds to check if my guess is correct then look on my phone
I don't abide by
Stereotypes of a white guy
People love me more
that piece of shit is still somewhere
Near
By
I drop and say hi
Our smell could kill
But our pits are still dry
I see inside you but it's still lo-fi
But
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
Let me take you to my early adolescence for a second
Picture a bunch of motherfuckers who thought life wasn't a blessing
I was navigating through
chakra. But today we will be bringing our attention to noticing and finding each chakra in the body and bringing our energetic awareness to that region by
fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my
(yeah)
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me, Wop
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
And feeling you writhe
Seeing that bulge
I want it inside
Want it inside
I want it inside
I'm a God
I'm a deity
When you giving
That 'd' to me
Bro I know
What
know
Second by second, heat blazed through the night
Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
The primary reason of mission for them spitting
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
pushes against the barriers set up by the jazz police to try to see what will be going on. Hidden inside the egg is the Norwegian Radio Orchestra, all its
a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand
Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
203 a rocket
Drop by AK 7.62 aim right at his body
Only take 2, 2 inside his chest and then he dropping
(Down)
Uh
Drop quick
Driving down that blvd
pushin' Forgiatos, skirting dumb
Ninety-seven bullets out the clip, that shit gon' leave you done
Five rings on every finger, cowboys up in ninety-six
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