a nigger Who pulled the trigger Come on down Come on down It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's
you knew how I acted That's what's sick, I was a pick that you drafted? A backflip with a split couldn't be more backwards In fact that's classic
old Alabam'. Hear that flute, it's a beaut, And the tunes it's tootin', tootsie, ain't they cute? Let's begin, it's a sin, To be missin' all this syncopated
Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of
though you knew how I acted That's what's sick, I was a pick that you drafted? A backflip with a split couldn't be more backwards In fact that's classic
