not a pessimist, im a realist, when you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch, Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch, if they sleep dont wake em just drill
angelical Ninja when ya blink You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think Dat I could be sniped nigga? See you fuckin' right I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill
Yeah, you knowwhatimean? 'Cause yo, this right here Is called Knowledge of Self When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself You understand, yo,
Open up your eyes The cold clutch of death's hand He could care less about your life As Hell's Chariots come to carry you away You finally realize
matter how low I have to go I'm gonna love you I'm gonna love you Baby, you're my love, my everythin' You are my soul, the only thing That can make
from the amalgamated aluminum company of america inquiring into his zoning needs. at least they cared enough to E. it was a new york company. you could
claim, You should be called a dirty name! MARY: John, no matter what they do to hurt you, The one you love won't desert you. DIANA: Listen, you, 'tis
you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you
Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin' to bag grams I got hoes that used to milk you Niggaz who could've killed you
rappers wanna kill to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill Check it... *sound of a drill* [What a funny little house!] (Welcome to the
would happen for tha simple fact you young Chorus[x2] I love you so...you'll neva knowwwww Cause it was all about you [K-Roc] You know its real, still. you
one morning, found you staring down at me You said "I'll take my share now, father please" And you took your money and you took your leave You drilled
Can,t you see the mess you're in Can,t you see the mess you're in Don't you care, don't care at all Don't you care at all? You're so into your own life
you're alone and they ignore you But don't kill yourself, we'll do it for you You've got a friend You've got a friend You've got a friend You know,
not a pessimist, im a realist, When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch, Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch, If they sleep dont wake em just drill
and I'm looking in I can see through you, see your true colours Inside you're ugly, ugly like me I can see through you, see through the real you [Joe
leave yet Serial style, cereal all I need's Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band show you how the guitar feel And I could care