damn superstitious I sleep the thirteenth away I don't screw the wives of friends I don't piss in the wind, no way I'm so damn superstitious I don't hunt for Charles
set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage
she is, but she does the best she can But she doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man And meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt
la cortina what am i gonna do ? oh tell me mama cuz i cut her into pieces like my name is Jeffrey dahmer and now they wanna hunt me down butah in
, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas dont keep score Let em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking with Autoloaders, Hunting rifles ya fucking
a sold out Lennox Lewis an Evander Holyfield fight, shit we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it, like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
thoughts Young'ns out like I-95's, they only cost Caught up in the fame comes along with the street game Don't forget about them head hunters, head hunting
all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer With the diamond bangles like Charlie's
(Dana Hunt/Charlie Black) "This the season for generosity A time to give and to receive My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream.... I know
rack, and miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia which will later be regretted when it?s your turn for cremation, and i walk like early man, freak a little witch hunt
deteriorating zenith pen dragging I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men Now he's got soul Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie
in the sink and wash they hands in the toilet [Stacee Adams:] Man it's the pinnacle Five star general, slash criminal With guns on the hunt for the cash
and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie
of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills Stated own real, haters gon' feel Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue You bounty hunters be on the chase
me sick, make me Tom and Dick I?m the blackmail man Blackmail man I?m a Paki, Chink a half-cocked ponce I?m the blackmail man A tiddly -wink, a Charlie
: (Dana Hunt/Charlie Black) "This the season for generosity A time to give and to receive My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream.... I