Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
Def ran to my home And said they gon have yo ass gone Light jokes, you keep playin with them white folks Cant even take the piss They gon' test your
'll leave the poison out this time Already killed your memory So here's to you, you're dead to me Already kileld your memory Don't take this wrong, you're dead
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
back your yellow hair Bid a last farewell to your william-o. Sweet william he is dead pretty peggy-o, sweet william he is dead pretty peggy-o, Sweet william he is dead
, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I'll always be your slave Until I'm dead, 'til I'm dead and buried in my grave Baby just bring your love, bring your sweet
answers and he answers all and the bell tolls on inside the castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end life
even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know Your
living inside my head I paid my rent till the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load On the avenues
're buried 'neath the wheel Just like a tortilla Here comes that bus Right into your face Now you're flying Now you're flying home When we're dead
Here's a little story that I think you'll like It's not about Shaq or Iron Mike So buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna get choppy And listen to the tale
style-y as we came at the same time Baby tempted, in the tension Ouija shit got you demented Crash the Benz and ending your sentence Born for criminal
my style-y as we came at the same time Baby tempted, in the tension Ouija shit got you demented Crash the Benz and ending your sentence Born for criminal
's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your
it's the land of the free And home of the brave it's mass hysteria So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us At least we can live as we
put your motherf**king hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your
Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin, bangin southside heat bringer, heat slanger Head banger, thought re-aranger The bitch strangler, a total stranger In your