, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, ho Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm finna hit it anyway Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me
murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog
in her soul. So much for indecision, so quick did she decide, the temptress with her doors open inviting me inside. "I want to take you home with me", said the sparkle
the ash I'ma chop on 20's with sparkling oak on my dash I'm too low to descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the
"Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
an African appetite Matched machetes sparkle shine And shape that small-scale guillotine I?ve been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes With those blackened mule faces outside my door
with an African appetite Matched machetes sparkle shine And shape that small-scale guillotine I?ve been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes With those blackened mule faces outside my door
me shots to the throat So I chased him down with Coke At the sight of him I wanted him dead I rushed at him like a Mad Dog like my name was Banana Red
