Cancer ! My time is short. Save me ! I can count my days. My body hurts. Save me ! When will be the time that I die ? Hope is fading. Save me ! Thoughts
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. coming back home cause i gotta play nurse. gotta figure out with pill alleviates which pain, which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag as your body
Well know when to stop and how to analyze things Learn about reactions different actions bring Fuck bein with people who get me into trouble `Cause when strangers get heated, then words count
can hear us) my drunk make me wanna drink more, it's (the girls can hear us) my buzz make me wanna smoke more, it's (the girls can hear us) your body
me soon Fighting for you I'll tear up your bodies Taste the sweet smell of blood Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring dying culture No more money counts
your body you ain't got enough fingers to count that high after you lose, swallow my chief of rings you'll be crying so much your putrid smelling body
to itemize the truth I'm amused and I am your new muse Mind tricks the body, Body thinks my mind is crazy, My mind tricks the body, Body thinks my mind
my father's stem cells, perfect for the transplant. God doesn't work by percentages. we trusted God with all our heart my dad had had skin cancer
O.K. - LETS GET IT OUT - ENOUGH WITH THE SMALL TALK I CAN COUNT YOUR LIES LIKE CRACKS ON THE SIDEWALK SAME OLD STORIES OF WHEN WE USED TO HANG OUT DOWN
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next [Koujo] Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer Drill me with second
of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing them It's wrong for niggas to mix us together Cus I'm better than every fucking body
and now. [Verse 2: Lloyd] Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side of the road. Where everyday different bodies to count
8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker and murder counter
: Air Pollution V8 Power Gatling Gun Napalm Fire Agent Orange cuming Shotgun H.I.V. Body count Child Abuse Disease and Cancer Helter Skelter Left Hand
make your body splatter With the ill-type flow, a wild renegade Blowing niggas up for dough and just getting paid Yo my style eats through, it's like cancer