dark half of me So I do it again Cause they told me again Never will I spare your feeble life On your knees they will find you Thorn to pieces Never
Kurupt wit Canibus Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin
is just a crown of thorns to drape around your helmet - hide out anywhere at all. We'll remember when you're no more than a poem on a grave - a sideline
a rose than the thorns so twist the knife fashion me counter clockwise turn back time forget you never were mine (with this knife i will cut the last piece
held my favorite picture but now it's empty, now it's broken and that's how you left my chest hallowed out by your hands where you dug a grave and laid
