help chip the stone And now this awful weed begins to grow 'Cause they don't want me repeat until fade: They don't want me (We don't want you) They used to want me
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he bout To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though i Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me don't
That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughta be Don't worry Carter me I just actin' accordingly I give
So, if you wanna make a band, Get ready for a good ride Don't let weasels, sharks, and fiends, and creeps Force you to comprimise Uh-huh. Didn't want no MTV, Didn't want
the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks It ain't another rapper in the country that can crunch me If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me
see the light the creative way We'll see the way that man once lived And bring some mystery to our love again Why don't you want to meet me anymore
somethin' Uh, you've got to say it And I still don't remember a thing Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me I guess they didn't okay it
rough stuff ya want You can point yer finger at me 'Cause I can dish it out good But I don't give it away for free There's a price for my vice And I want
do you hear me? Do you hear me? I've been there! I used to be somebody, god damn you! I've been there before! Don't walk away! Well, you??you wanted unleaded
implode man overboard Undermined he overloads Over all he does and all she owes Sin for sin its blow for blow As he wages his holy war She just don't want
make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly I give orders
vein Black Why don't you do like the cartoons And tie me up to the train tracks Or fuck the glory Why don't you drop me from the 6th story That'll be
laughing hard after I bruise and blood my skull The voices the voices they make my brain numb Tellin me to do sick shit in voodoo tongues I'm doin what they tell me
t shit, he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly By me and my Relly, you never know Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro What you got against me? Don