Survivor bitch Yuuuck, put our lives on display Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last
I can't even pay bills even though my CD's won't stay on the shelf Strugglin' and I'm strivin' and just barely survivin' Bobbin' and weavin' my last breathe
demented souls Who hold pistols in suspense of the last days suspended Animation of the free will revealed as a test but not yet Not until the last footsteps
block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea "I think I'll call it America." I said as we hit land I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could
my gum, We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon. The crowd held it's breath, Hoping that death Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon. At last
in November The autumn breeze wrapped us in blankets and we held our breath and closed our eyes Do you recall that? we all thought it would all last
like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz Like robin leech I display stylish ways Thats rough
He took Annie on a fatal date and showed her things that made heart beats accelerate Annie took a hit breathed two short breaths one for life the last
slang Chorus (Fat Pat) Verse 2 (Big Hawk) I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath
reached the end of my life's breadth I'll delve into your organs and explore your depth Orgasm as I exhale my last breath We have cum to consumate
With a soul that's learnt to breathe Today I fell to grace Amongst a thousand rising embers Beneath the sky they fade and die At last... lest I remember
and it tests the past miserably Why do I keep dying in public places? The medication should take two hours to take affect But last time, I was killed eating my last
the field the death bell knells So run and tell my darling true That my death is short My breath is you, so please come down And take my hand, my last
rest of the fucking population Malaise, contagious cadaver undisposed of Flowering bacterial, death display Some will cry that this is the vengeance of death Walk to the last breath
on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not
carpet All moving targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
dont want your title LAST breath of an mc Feel me A 12 gauge stage displayed wit all rage Bet yo last dolla it will make front page It lasted all night
