me There' nothing you can say to me you haven't said before It's in one ear and out the other I can't take anymore Its my time to ruin this cause thats
ward's filthy, search for another light in town Nobody else home, can't carry their same load But I feel guilty like the flight went down And my cellphone
me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope-fens Hip Hops in My blood Like Veins that Ivy's The son of a hustler Y'all follow my lead My shows sold out
our forces awaken General Grym, what's the pressure principle Attack the enemies at every interval And keep our casualties at a minimal Camouflaged down now I launch my
that my beeper? (SFX of a cow) Two pizzas said Yo (SFX of a pig) The deal is in real (SFX of a pig) Peace my brother said coming down the street, where
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hiphop was originated Fitted like pieces
your pistols in the air Where my soldiers at, where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at
death One more time at your ass Money and Greed caused all these evil deeds So watch your ass mothafucka I can hear them evil voices callin my name My
the floor? Damn right! I hate the fact you know! I hate the fact you know ! Why? I hate the fact you know! That everywhere you go You recognize your teens
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated, so when Hip Hop was originated Fitted like pieces
was in my teens And years go by I turned into a man My childhood trapped within the sand I crawled through life On broken glass through hell It seems I wakened my
animation I could use a new vacation Aimlessly the nameless and the faceless go to make up Tell me I'm not spending too much time on happy endings And my
out Till my legs give out Can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out And my high burn out I'm a rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof
Then Roll Again Now We On The Road Again,Yea I Work Her Work Her,Tell Her Be My Slave Bitch Im Paid On My Cage I Just Cant Feel My Face With Santana
ward's filthy Search for another light in town Nobody else home Can't carry their same load But I feel guilty like the flight went down And my cell phone
animal beneath me She all in it then she told a nigga to bite her neck I'm excited cause the gush will give my nut the right effect But where will I
plastic-minded beats Are a madcap explosion and a psychedelic celebration of An animated youth It's the senior age Dancing on the teen stage It's the