hatcher, cut creators in bat Cut creator on the fader the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Cut creator, cut
.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed his hands
so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be
to run off my page I said, "Stop rhyme" Then I grabbbed the rhyme and cut the rhyme That I've seen running in my sight I got a mind was happy when I
Put your fuckin gun away 'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day I ain't happy I'm the other way Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to
up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'
-wake up, to put some sense in your head Don't be-don't be mislead, use your brain instead Because-because a brother like me, can't understand you Playin
a tree but you cut it all off and that's what kills me pilot of lies who sat at the bat while i sat home and cried your hands were not tied you knew
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
especially from someone I admire as much as you. Since I can remember, I have wanted to be on the stage. [Velma Kelly] Really? What's your talent? Washing
can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin', Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you
feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way too
How much I can let it go, just when, cut off my head Another day, bro, on Hallow's eve Cutting cheese, cutting throats I can't cope And mothefucker'
arm, when as if from nowhere, SHE suddenly produces a gold cigarette case and hands it to him.) NORMA Here. Happy New Year. JOE Norma, I can't take
and front ass niggas That claim to be gangstas and sue As soon as you split 'em, it's a cold world Be grateful that the Lord's forgivin' and be happy
thing to your kids when you're 32 years old And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your
yo Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off
peekaboo I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do? After that, caps off to the black frost My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off You
