and floor-punching macho pabulum. Back to the Motor League I go. Once thought I drew a lucky hand. Turned out to be a live grenade of play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats
full of thug faces Momma gave a nigga breath A life of stress, I invest in a vest And makin' niggaz watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
about it, grow up nigga Guess what y'all? I know magic I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick Death threats - it ain't phase me When I bring
the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!) Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!) Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats
Born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white tee's wife beaters button up
pabulum Back to the Motor League I go Once thought I drew a lucky hand Turned out to be a live grenade Oh my god! Holy shit! Play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little-skinheads, Death-threats
but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three
The past is gone fading like the sunset fills me up inside dropping like a death threat well i'm a lover and then a fighter no easy rider just like my
Know Where Im From But The Fact Is U Think It's All Sand And Cactus A World Of Killers And Terrorist, Suicide Bombers Ossamas Screamin Death Threats In
and the sun And I don't hate you, for tryin to relate to Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through But if I see you as a threat to my seedling
rhyme I write is 25 to Life Every rhyme you write don't even deserve a mic Crossing in the national borders with a bomb threat You mothafuckaz haven'
gun pointed at my chest A whispered threat under his breath and I know It's just as seen on TV It's the little old man lying in his bed His eyes fade
so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
let her see the pies Might say in foolish but we have a bond She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats cause I owe'd niggas
people say Death is not the end Well let me tell you this Death is your only friend Death is the final release From the cycle of misery From the threat
Oh, c'mon, let it go. He was an underdog; a no threat; A NASCAR jockey, a rookie; a wannabe. Still wet behind the ears, A red-line revver just a-jammin