slipping into the grip of something that i can't control try to escape it but i just slip again and lose control i slipped again and lost control every
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
kill then your ass has gots to fry But ain't no police therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slipped I guess you sleep
I feel like standin' in the midst of a hundred thousand haters Dynamite and C four strapped around the waist bloody tears In my eyes hit the switch makin' sure any mother
em opera They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda
, but you slip sometimes and fuckin change Rollin on they side, in a g-ride while these niggaz slippin Dumpin their bodies like john gotti now they mother
of cloth has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother
Honey, you just went away Well, children cry for mother I tell them, "Mother took a trip" Well, children cry for mother I tell them, "Mother took a
A wretched party stood and prayed Under the lashing rain and thunder The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under The earth slipped through
moth to your flame I know you've had your suspicions Because I've given you reason to doubt That my words are without meaning I'd break you out of your cell I would slip
spinning like a drill. the groom plucks a key from the rapture tree and opens her ribcage like a squealing armoire. her lungs and liver screaming mercy mercy mercy
love is in the cards 'Cause I know you're right for me and I know I'm right for you There's no way in the world I'll let you slip out of my hands People
The road opens wide There's space here for two of us If I could slip under the wire We?d wait here, just stay here a while Slumped, the body?s tired
see em opera They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda
my curse To fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit) I don't know what's worse (aaa) Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix One slip and
a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother
clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac
