stay away when you need them the most Serving up another dream into everybody's empty heads Stirring up another scene into everybody's empty heads Whipping up another style into everybody's empty heads
Time So She Smilin To The The Point That It Hurt When She Bite Down And She Simply A New Model Stay Spendin Dollars But She Got Less Sense Than A Empty
just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
: It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun, best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin'
face And I kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase
: My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him
eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good Rapverse1 (Isam) How dare me! Me??? Assimilated Ya crazy! Cuz the gap between me and my dad
silk Meanwhile drinkin black coffee Cause I can't afford no milk They shootin, don't sweat it Your a pimp But the only thing In my pockets Is empty wrappers
head will get stuffed in a dufflebag Tits - you ain't got enough to grab First day out the pussy it was "blow me mom, fuck you dad" High school to the
the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head A nigga
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from
just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot, so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat, one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
face and kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
fuckin' fake, ain't ya's? That's why I hate ya's Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate I feel empty, kinda plastic
though my heart's empty And I can't sleep from hearing All the things I never said.. Because the dream I fell asleep to; Is just a cloud above my head