if I kill my head? I don't wanna go to bed I've got nothing left to learn I've only got more time to burn I'll drink your stuff then puke it up Can'
No, won't leave this habit... Earth, fire, water air In the open eye, familiar You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing time Seek with me in candlelight
't need your Shit today You're pathetic In your own way I feel for you Better fuckin' go away I will be here Better fuckin' go away And I'm doing the best
high with the best of shit With a fist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of
do anything that you wanted me to do but i know im not allowed with everyone around ive got to hide these feelings so they cant be found I can see youre
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
party) Have one on us alright? (Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With
blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best dreams but god put a song on my palm that you can't read i'll be embalmed with it
near It cowers and trembles with fear It can sense that at some point in its life "Man" will lead it to fate with the blade of "his" knife "Eat your pet
Cris? I'm in your house feeding your fish in your robe and slips Holding your old ladies tit, frequent visitors stick a dick in her Supreme lyricist with
.Brewser] Talk show host really TV evangelist Bringin the most scandalous folks With lies they can't handle it Mad Drama trauma coming at you out to harm ya Infect your mental with
brag on what his dick size is?) Actually, I was talkin' bout my pet anaconda He's the best and I'm fond of him Except there's something wrong with him
swing hits like the Mets well I'll be, the whole fucking MLB So tell me why let your dog loose if you scared to sick 'em? Would be suspects make the best
high And we be up all night just like the red eye I never sleep like nueva york Miss me with all that body waste she's talking Hit me with your best
life high With the best of shit With a frist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of debbies That you can't imagine Guarenteed to make the best
