at a time I wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign I realize I put my life on the line just bein born Gotta git up, git out, no time to be
help you Satisfy your desire There's a bright future for all you professional liars [Chorus:] Now you know how to be dumb Are you ready to take your
it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn?ft matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your
got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred [? ], mad cerebral, you on your
fore' it hatches Cuz, you can bet your ass that we gone get it crackin' Like a Kraken and Titans when they're clashin' Get your brains bashed in so bad
sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your
inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in
Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? Checkin the 'male'? How many records you expectin to sell after your
re on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your
the life outta you There won't be enough of your brain left to fill a tea spoon. We two vanishin man. - That make the bad things plan And prob'ly go
the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride
take a razor to your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face and place the clip and cock it back and let it go until your brains
love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time At first, I'm like all
take a razor into your wrist Make you satanistic Make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go untill your brains
You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out And the mirror pointin' at your reflection
you head, six people Paul-bury ya Colgate froze flows like cocaine Mental overdose explode your brain Some might think that it's insane To take a
cats with simple brains Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane East coast, West coast, you still don't fuckin think Dedicate to you baby, keep your
: Take off your shoes? Take off yourself Take off your rented mental health Take off your raincoat? settle down Take off your nightmare and your frown