the limit?s the sky but with broken wings you can?t even fly you?re back on ground realizing your mistakes but all turned their backs for sure it?s too late
things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse one: On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death of only she was
Devil grease your palms Sign your life away in ink, 'cause you think you got the talents But look at Hook's bank account and zero is the balance I repeat, zero
things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse One: On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death of only she was
thunderous Any girl I get I work wonders with Most try to step to me and then get upset with me Cause I read them up and down like mental telepathy Now
MC master race But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits But if you can't catch it today, it's probably too late
decathalons the masters calm like ghandi but they got me cocky, wanna see Virt convert to a nazi? pay the holocaust, it's too late to call it off I throw
inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden That's why I get the props that Captain Hooks don't be gettin Plus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandals Spendin too
things huh That's what silly girls are made of [Verse One:] On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death of only she
MC master race But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits But if you can't catch it today... It's probably too late
stand thunderous Any girl I get I work wonders with Most try to step to me and then get upset with me Cause I read them up and down like mental telepathy
like decathalons the masters calm like ghandi but they got me cocky, wanna see Virt convert to a nazi? pay the holocaust, it's too late to call it off
