Our guise is that of an apparition enthralled in the vanity of self-worship our robe our crown as much a part of us as the very marrow in our bones we
I've packaged my emotions it's limited edition in the new clear vinyl this one's guaranteed to make you weep with the pretty print oh we'll sell it all
ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing i envision (more more more) snapping your neck (more more more) tilt back your head and fucking take it
every person in this place will lose their fucking lives i am a burning building bringing everyone inside to the ground in the time it takes to make things
damned thing and i can feel even less a nice (there's an upside to) subtle (corporal tunnel) fuck you (duster hits and) fuck you and fucking your secretary it
praise your name panic may arise shut your mouth as every last limb is amputated who knew in ten years you'd just be gone? and i think it's safe to say
t wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest
em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck
up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it
'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck
[Verse 1: Big KRIT] Ay what fuck it then Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint Bubbling up again on my hood Gotta get it
what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the po-po creep when they
roddic I'm doctor robotic it with knuckles in my pocket Toxic so fucking dirty you should wash it Got this hot shit Lebron couldn't block it Spitting it
hate the rest Dade County, you name it (whudd?!) You roll it, I like it (Ross!) She rollin' wit moa (moa!) Talk to 'em like it (yuh!) Khaled's the
fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up? Doing it, like a renegade Sticks and stones is played Who's gone get fucked up, I got
knock out floors and hit choppers What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it It's real, come around here,
eye , a lead to fly Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig Fake ass cat , low life
Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! Kids got guns! (Turning us into monsters) It's all desire, It's all desire Well it's fine, you know, the
