is a bum deal Haylie: Why don't we watch Will & Grace Thought: Jesus, do I need a smoke Stewie: Jack puts a smile on my face Thought: oh, what a
My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is
: (feat. Shawn Wigs) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers I
Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house Granny got a house, we moved out That's right, we moved out Now
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' In over 22 days (Don't wanna be an American idiot) So get off my case Off of my case Off of my case! [Part 5: We're
find the blues Seems all our heroes were born to lose Just walkin' through time You believe this heat Another empty house another dead end street Gonna rest my
fell to pieces Then I woke up To no one, Just a picture of Jesus And a house left in pieces It took the seasons going by To know its not my fault
Broad Day Turn Broadway Into A Hallway Motherfuckers Wanna Know The Hurbs and Spices They Come To Me And Wanna Know What My Advice Is I'm Spiritual Nigga Like Jesus
swim They give us guns and drugs then wonder why in the fuck we thugs I got to show my ass to thank these motherfuckers for my past In South Central,
Jesus promised me a home over there No more sickness, sorrow, pain, because He promised me a home over there Oh Jesus promised me a home over there Jesus
goes, oh... I told you as I hovered, I never felt this way You said I had the shock that stops my clock Baby it's okay You said you never had regrets Jesus
Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find
a bible and a gun The word of God lay heavy on my heart I was sure I was the one Now Jesus, don't you wait up Jesus, I'll be home soon Yeah I went out
stick Paparzzi on the water, why the f-ck you stick My face got the f-ck you pricks My beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks Pourin? champagne damn thing
the children Replace the White House with a project building I'd stand on top of it, signal in a rocket ship Hold my dick like I lock down the continent
it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head and make my album,
soak in dreams, felt guilty but the feelin' passed Learned to put, all my feelings in my past Kids that had a thinking, took my books and bring Gave you
pagan, raised in synagogs of Satan, awakeing with the starvanation, left beats, scared and shaking, god with education, my birth was foretold, from deep within my