' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine
- all night and day Now everything - has gone astray There's emptiness - inside my head I realize I've been long gone dead Shock - Foreign determination Fear - And
is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year of '86 and
Now add that with animal house And a flow thats like rain down a curb 'Cuz I write a verse and I change a few Words edit and perfected it And, and I'
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks Official lost boyz since the year of '86 And
and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head When we danced and we sang and we
First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm looking dead in her face But she don't see me I'm unnoticed I head straight
dead, my screams Gone o.d. on the afterlife machine I've got your head and your afterlife machine (I've got your head) I've got your dead and a collection
Three days gone and risin' Three days gone hear the mission man Three days gone and risin' Three days dead and risin', risin', risin', risin' Three days dead and
' law merchants of death Nightmare-like out of their brain Visions that drive them insane Holy war inside their head Holy men who walk with the dead
my head, ooh think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you when a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head you find yourself dead
machines Get loot not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine Got everything
fucking feeling outta my head so this mindless school of jellyfish become a useful beast of burden You've gone and pushed me too far now I wish you dead
song in a strange land Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain The dark days are gone and the
There was a cat that really was gone Ra ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on {But when his drinking and lusting and
Between the masters of flesh and fantasy The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let It all be And in the quick of the
gamble And living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife, dead
stored And from my balls in my draws to the floor I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War So I can start World War 4 and murder us all