, ten thousand days and it's not brave It still remains so empty no desire to feel at home It's no help stand back, just relax and hand it to yourself
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song imma beast on the beat an animal on pro twos and a baboon on the tune i'm a canine when it growl imma werewolf when it howl i hit the street and
stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it
the throwing of my vocal tone It don't work, I show them the chrome and flash the greens Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it All day on street
Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I
crutches Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible] luggage It's like a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to beat
million cars Gotta get the cash yo and it's live or die The Neptunes and Noreaga The limit is the sky, hit 'em Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack And it lacks creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it It's
them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it
to read, never reach for the weed indeed Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it
gon stop it, Nigga wit the attitude, When he blow that forth fifth, I'm used to this shit, If I say it, I mean it, And I envy out clips, Like I do my
, let's get it poppin' Hit me, front that shit, this the south side Got a fat dick on your mouth wide I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right
got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all When it comes to the pen
and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
the fished out fins Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends 'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it Cop baby girl what she desire, it
walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage It
'm back out, looking for someone "of" to beat the "crap out" I'm bringing you rap singers Two middle fingers Flip you off in French and translate it in English
