' when the corners are jaded I too began to fall apart So if I seem unable to cope It's for a miss of you If what we were was only for once You were
a plane crash He's not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is She'll do wondrous works with your fate Feed you
: [In a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There
moon In the graveyard We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch) I'm looking for a girl to die with If you're already dead, that's cool You
of the moon in my butcher knife [Violent J] Pretty little world has created this monster See me living with a dead body in a dumpster Laughing in your
1] [2nd Verse - Violent J] My father was a priest, cold-blooded, he's dead Hypocrite, he was a bigot so I cut off his head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead
what I deserve And remember all I've done... I've done it against myself. Everything's so ugly now, I hate what surround me, moon...I'll miss you No
I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got
a plane crash Not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his a Philistine is what she is, She'll do wondrous works with your fate Ah, Feed you
understand every word you say and i've tried my best not to stay away from you we had come a long way and i never regret a moment i spent with you and
day in a fast car driving fast car (are u ready to ride?) [chorus] You don't gotta be no billionaire To get a ticket up to the moon We all know somebody
a black viper A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper) A blue range rover, he says pull over I didn't know he was a DT undercover I screamed
in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon
there's nothing to miss Better off dead, yeah better off dead Why don't you try pushing daisies instead? Better off dead, yeah better off dead A smile on the lips and a
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album
nothin faller Use the mileage A flavor fiddles with my pallet You know I can't allow it Bow if you recognize royalty My motor skills is more like a
me the man I am today See 'cause if you forget where you come from You're never gonna make it where you're goin' Because you lost the reality of yourself
