turn it out id-bunkered silence turn it out what on earth could make you wait so long turn it out your baited expectations turn it out hollow snaps of
Sawyer, Til I pull you out the fucking story book and stomp on ya, Fucking fictitional characters and fariytales, Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris Wheels, But it
like eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white
the day to be free, that's why I'm [Chorus] [Obie talking over chorus] Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it Slept it, lived it, now I spit it Shady
turn it up, while you burnin on the sax We had to sho' you up, and put Fresno on the map Now we sowed it up, now you haters hate back While I keep it
joy [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3:] I wish my life didn't turn out the way it had If I could only do it all again but at last It's too late for all that coulda
sometimes even rock the wheels of steel Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all
it's like you owe me somethin' Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell outta Heaven just to walk through Hell But it fueled my fire, ignited
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know it's wrong, but it feels so right I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta
Tom Sawyer, Til I pull you out the fucking story book and stomp on ya, Fucking fictitional characters and fariytales, Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris Wheels, But it
auto workers let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin' just to send it on down the line Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers
on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn
if you got it on yo mind I can get it off your chest Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out
(Chamillionaire) Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk
fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america,
a half a ki off your ass Scolding 'em, sleeping and sold on 'em Gimme the cash, let me flash it through this peephole on 'em (Check it out) He got hyped
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know it's wrong, but it feels so right I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal