main man Don't want nothin' from no one I'm my main man Always ready for what ever's gonna happen Spend my time in a cold jail cell Shootin' up poison
s time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year We'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer You should be good and happy that there's
choices Like the time we made away with that Millennium From the dealership Before our day won we killin' em Late nights Gun fights High speed chases So close to the good
's not easy having yourself a good time Greasing up those bets and betters Watching out they don't four-letter Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Mo? I?m the brother Marquis and it?s time to get ill Everybody knows that?s how I chill About that time, I was gettin? dizzy ?Cause it was time to get
out with pneumonia (He's got AIDS) Good luck Mr. Shady Hi there little boys and girls (Fuck you) Today we're gonna learn how to poison squirrels But
time went by, my life got a little strange And the rules in this game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison
Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good
go, skull and the crossbones This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home, my novato This is neither the time
Im spiking you like a football Been this way since Ive stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good
LITTLE BOSEPHUS WRITER HANK WILLIAMS Little Bosephus, you're the one, makes me feel good inside Just to know that you're my son makes my heart swell
his hand And the town's people froze When his hands crushed the rose and the rose petals fell in the sand And old tougher than leather Was a full-time
dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more
[Verse 1] Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature I can't remember being this bored Fake bonanza, there come real wars Bullets
stop drinkin' this poison 'fore I drown my gift and yeah it's probably unhealthy 'Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke
high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need being born, horns and wings, Torn between good, and doing very bad things. We the underground
Gamora My poisonous is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a good day move slow like molasses
caddy shack Glad he back, novelty size Swallow me in poverty pimpin Finger lickin hood stricken Muffle detect slide Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens Rag time