Lyrics:
end the pestilence, why?
I like the death
I like the misery
I like this world!
Space, The Final Frontier
These are the voy-voy-voyages
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
She hate short niggas so she judge me
By the height of my pants
'Fore we fuck, flick the light in advance
I don't wanna be surprised in the morning
If
burying your niggas
Or in jail, wonderin' who's puttin' dick inside your Mrs
I'm so fuckin' determined
I was in intensive care when I was born, mummy
enslaved the first empire
One world language, one world religion
One world order, we have learned nothing (one)
Make the keys to heaven a gift
freedom
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
full of sin
So how can I survive?, I see the end
Cause I'm fading away, half of me is in the wind
I think I see my friends with their fake friends
I
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Candy paint on d's and fo's
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit,
live and I won't change for the world
make ya man feel like u 'gon need a chain for ya girl
says she been searchin' round for some change in the world
doin nigga?
[New 9]
Man I ain't doin nothin just chillin.
Layin back in this bitch.
In this cold heartless ass world.
[Mr. Serv On]
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
anthems, y'all attacking with plastic guns
I'm the biggest independent rapper in the fucking world, you just live on my planet, punk
Got a acid tongue
dope, got rope in my backpack
Lil' bitch wanna suck on my nutsack
Got steeze, oh please, give me all that
Owe me money, I'ma need some fuckin' cashback
the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
head up, get up or you fit to drown o
At the end of day living in a cold world
Living in a cold world world world world
I know plenty bad intention
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
songwriter and film producer, Mr. Franklin Shepard!
I am Franklin Shepard
And I also was my class valedictorian here twenty-five long years ago
Are these
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
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