i see blood on the floor i don't enjoy this anymore now please believe me now please relieve me i'm looking for someone able to resist i'm looking for
like a machine of the team looking for theme between cracks searching for cream physical image can never be lost never be cleverly read or took on into
lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame
many of your men loyal, When i pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head
times without riggin the deck So I'm well prepped if you just want war There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor It's raw, you
stalk the Earth What it looks like, I care not I just hope it kills a lot Crack in the egg Crack in the egg The time is right Crack in my pipe Parasitical
keep up ballin when you're on the run I got two ki's in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need I
way I see it You don't want me here no more You want a hole in my forehead And blood pouring on the floor Cause I'm so dirty Fuckin' dirty and shoddy I want up
THE BASEHEADS! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They always missing THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! Every City, Every Town They Always On
tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close! [Violent J] Back to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they
reality your sons on crack And your dauhters got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin' smell like shit And live in a gutter and sell crack to
swollen Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill I landed
drugs, liquor stores, broken projects Where niggas jet... D's predict a war, I jog up my steps I hear "Freeze! nigga hit the floor! " A yard from my rest
aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin swingin on the
from the inside, but I guess my soul did not pour itself out enough Blood on the walls, flaming black, blood on the walls, I saw you staring through the cracks
red to the floor And im blooded (Suwhoop) And im blooded (Suwhoop) I got bloods on stage and bloods at my shows Fuck wit my bloods got blood on ya clothes And im blooded
