boom June wanted boys, so Margie wore, short hair and corduroys Soon they had Claire then Linda and Louise, a matching pair June liked boys Donald and
and wreckin' em. Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of em, Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check em son. Lost an erection and
peers, in junior high I was itchin to kill, and you was, ready to die Why you bullshittin, niggaz was dyin and catchin cases Bustin my automatics
the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin hopeless, where more and
confused Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And
And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla
the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was "Humpin Around" and "
m cool they go and take it for weakness. Better take it in stride! They don't wanna see us alive, but yet we steady creepin', reapin', weepin'. N-ggas went and
Onkel auf "youporn" Ich vermeide Zoff doch nun (woah!) kracht es Mach' ein Fass auf und ich roll' es So als sei ich so wie Donkey Kong Junior Rap macht
thing read about me in the comics Under high and low it's rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice Ain
on Camouflage and fatigue is our style and fashion "Fliminitti" weh she have and that is the attraction What she want is what she get and that is satisfaction
floor, and Earl turns to me, and he says, "Do you ever go to make a pork sausage, and find that it's got hairs all over it?" and he gives me a look that
request line and who am I speaking to? -My name's Will Junior. -And what do you do Will Junior? -Well, I unclog the toilets at the head shhop ??? -And
and I like, my sprite easter pink And my wrist special pah but the Mula's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla
my soul and shackle my mind (we have to understand) Makin my heart cold and my head hot Cause's bread not Comin in and I'm losin my cool Like the summer
and over to Idaho But the war wound that he carried home wasn't really visible When the bullets were forgotton she lived dowdy, down, and miserable And
to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause
