away the traces 'Cause you got bad blood, you got bad blood You got bad blood, you better get out of her You got bad blood, you got bad blood You got bad blood
away the traces, 'Cause you got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You better get out of here. You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood
shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) (MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees Fifty miles
of Inner Turbulence [42:04] music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess I. OVERTURE [06:49] (instrumental) II. ABOUT TO CRASH - [lyrics by John
years off of the scanner Satillite dishes and cameras a bad mama jama The most thorough examiner My microphone is seven thousand ninehundred and twenty six miles
blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn punk Laying boys on they
tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back John Hancock on contracts
Bad Man, that is bad, bad, bad. He ain't never done, that been never done on a record before. That's bad brother, that is bad...let me...believe me!" [
