Lyrics:
begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eye,
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by, let her
nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44,
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that
You use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
mother dies
Traumatized by my replies to
Dumb fucks with knives
Hyde's rotten, disdainful, sick
And plotting to maim you
It's hot and painful when you're
shit that I did by myself
All alone and nobody cared
Going up and they can't accept
That nigga gone be a star
When he get on that beat its bizarre
Put
Things just ain't the same for Asians
They slicing our faces with knives and razors
Stabbing whole families
Including the babies
We taunted with
When suddenly johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining silver studs with
Preachers playing with their new guns
Rocking denim with the boot cut
I hold ribs where their boot struck
Friends all covered in who’s blood?
Lights
custody
Of who I choose to hold on to my heart
On to my heart
I keep playing with fire, fuckin with the matches
Known to burn the foundation right down into
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hard
First part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party that
Father Love
Words & Music By: Rick Denzien
if we keep this up there won't be nothing here
if we keep this up and destroy all that's dear
if we keep
Than your body's own
(Escape these binds, the tale unwinds)
The dark harp's been playing to
The tune of death
Your limbs ripped to pieces by mutant
with they blood
You not a thug or gangsta
Another wanksta
That need to thank us
For hanging this rap game by the ankles
It's no ultimatum
We ain't
nights, topsy turvy like a roller derby
Style is coming sturdy any way you wanna work me
Check the bizarre and hear a star, with so much
Chocolate over
down, I'm calm now
Turn the ringer off my phone but playing music on the go
Converse on the pedals then I'm moving only with the flow
Anywhere that I can
down, I'm calm now
Turn the ringer off my phone but playing music on the go
Converse on the pedals then I'm moving only with the flow
Anywhere that I can
a city filled with life
Big business, flashing lights
Two completely different sides
Juxtaposed from guns and knives
They buy some clothes we clutch
man cry to sleep
Make any emcee that want beef be
In a fucking grave yard going six feet deep
Believe it, you don't wanna fuck with me
Playing
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
But the movie
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
nervous to fall asleep because my succubus is good with knives
Keep a bottle in the tool kit this is a disguise, i've just
Forgotten how to remove it hey,
Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you
knives
You're crying while
I'm ironing your dying eyes
With my own giant scythe
Swift psycho with will to choke
Hillbilly blokes until it swells their
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