of your covers of casette singles and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your
around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra Slap my dick like Kool Keith Fuck like you stole from
Hey now Come on Hey now Come on Take my heart in your hands Come on Hey now Come on Hey now Come on Take my heart in your hands And I I get that feeling
there's sauteed shrimp (Nah, I never free lumps, I'll be as big as a blimp See my due date is January, my first, and it's kinda scary It's only June,
where your nipple is [Chorus: Elephant Man] Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know)
's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' For their promised land And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your
my hide Take me death, i am your slave For i don't have soul And i don't have a heart Come then and face me But first you must suffer my wrath Hatred
not together I drove you home from school I feel so tool I wish this feeling would last forever And i stare into space My heart start to race At least i got your
hold each other's hands and fill their hearts with truth you made up your mind so do as divined Put on your armour ragged after fights hold up your sword
be your last one on Two legs, It was sore to live, you had fallen with the shells, war within yourself but you wouldn't let your mates down til' they
step could be your last one On two legs it was sorta living hell falling with the shells, war within yourself But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til
I'm a check your heart You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand
and cracked my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe) Forty in hand, I rose from the dead And threw with all my might, I made
with your best bloods and your anger You say mother do you claim me my beloved do you blame me Well the first two might release you but the last one sings
out Some learnin' from their own mistakes So take this negative and turn it into positive Whether you what to listen is your prerogative. [Chorus] Take a look through my
my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the
in your own hands I?m a grown man, doin? my grown dance I don?t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I?m on my Van Gogh, I don?t hear sh-t
, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby [Memphis Bleek] Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch Any nigga