know her face I feel it, your demon I see the daggers comin' from your eyes And they cut right through me Cut right through me I feel it, your demon
without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
her without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
what they do There will never be another you You can search but you'll never find You can try to rewind time But in your hearts and your minds We will
even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing
race falls victim to our own self destruction We gotta change the way we live cause it's the same fucked up world that I'll be leaving to my kids, man
time I'm on your TV (yeah), I'm on your radio (yeah) On your call the station kid but get no commercial play though (uh uh) Love your videos (right),
somethin to prove See man amuse and we creep and we strew Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew Just -- having fun but you crazy kids Never thought
With Most Of Em Its Seemin Like They World Is Staged But From Georgia To Bk And All Around The World Get Your Hands In The Air If Your Avoiding The Cliche
What your name is, Were gunna call you Hot and Bi, I hope your Bi, But in the mean your name is Sharon Slow the flow down so I can what Tell your same
the bids Uncle Howie say it?s time for evolution, kids Don?t spill your blood on foreign land Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand You
ghosts of the kids I never had [Chorus] [Kanye West:] No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto You know the demo, ya boy act wild You ain't
S ESSENTIAL to be a man of your word Take care of your seeds To the young kids honor your mother The greedy night is full of demon smiles And every hustler
yells out 'the bitch is cursed, don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star His lil' way
rip death's an angel Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home
: "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real
at your vision? Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precision What the fuck is up with your rhymin' ass Why the fuck you rhymin' with your hair
advantage [Chorus] [Verse 2] Negative vibes vibrate through my speaker See the way I rhyme I should be sayin' somethin' deeper My tape that gets possessed by evil demons actin' ill Teachin' kids