is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin' Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away I don't
Stop me Pain, pain Stop me [Monoxide Child:] I'm sitting in the dark, talking to myself Why does everybody tell me that I need help? I'm in love with pain I take
I teabag your face take off them rags You been chillin in the barn all night and day Shovelin horse shit and fuckin with hay Bitch it's your neden I'
kill you They'll cut off your fuckin' testicles And shove it up your fuckin' ass Fuck that, come on, you want a war? You fuckin' wit' Pain in Da Ass
rock them shows how I do my thing [Verse: girls] Im the king of the thrown yo kid killin the game Well I take off my shirt your girl screamin my name
, Girl take off your bra Flash, Talking to all of ya?ll Flash, This is a party call Flash Theres song ain?t about your ass But I really love it when
Chorus x2: Tech N9ne] Take it off Here's my shirt baby Let me take it off ya (Get if off) Here's my skirt baby Let me take it off ya (Take if off) Put
see those soft and sweet supple jugs take em out make em bounce ya Juggalettes let see those jugs take em out make em bounce pull up your shirt and show
been late a lot I hate a lot of those same black pants you wearin' dancin' Take two days off, I'm goin' to the playoffs The girls don't like the job Secretaries don't
off of the edge I'm charged off of suckers gettin' shot up off the ledge No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head (So tell me what it
robbin' You can't stop the Speedknot from mobbin' And if you try, we squabin' We waitin' for you to fall off the square So you best keep your head up
on it We overdosin' on weed and sendin' all y'all off into a thang Kill off all enemies while makin' G's, catch you off on your knees And snatchin' fees
on I don't give a fuck about Ch'yall niggaz 'cause y'all Ain't killin' nuttin' I don't give a fuck about Ch'yall niggaz 'cause y'all Ain't killin' nuttin
hook-up! soundtrack W s hell ya Life of a street nigga We got the comrads Either make it or take it (chorus) Bang or ball bang or ball We don't know
like the tag on my shirt, I'll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger, Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra, If pain was diabetes
your death, black suburbans at night with no lights ram you Off Hollywood Hills tearin' off the doors to your Lex steel Magnolia Fear is takin' over ya if you ain't
