I've been singing of Allison's hands in my hands But she keeps them in her pocket She hides them in the sand I remember so well dark nights, spine to
Übersetzung: Kind Of Like Spitting. Hands.
the foundation shook He's asking, who shall He send I said, "Send me Lord, I commit to faithful men" Sometimes Lord, I feel like I don't give you enough The kind
and the criminals robbers shooters On the corner with the keys in hand We'll leave you where you stand We'll lift you off your feet and make you fly like
Been Kind Of Like A Whirlwind Phase I Mean I Had My Share Of Women Now A Nigga Gettin Girls For Days With Most Of Em Its Seemin Like They World Is Staged
capital I Look who's back to antagonize You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick
into quicksand Here you need a hand big man? grab hold of this branch With both hands but they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me Like
section and gave him a lecture Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Kruger and Edward Scissor hands too And came out with a little scratch oww Looking like
: You hand me a beat I'll abuse it like catholic priests Do to children during the holiest of Vatican weeks The sack of my beats ain't phat they enormous
to his neck when he came to the door. I really didn't know what I was in for. First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare. Kinda like there was no
, Let you tell that man I'm falling, Well somebody must've caught him, Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em, Number one albums, what I got like
s kinda hot." [Dame:] "it's actually kinda hot." Like they still weren't looking at me like a rapper. And I'm sure Dame figured, 'like man. If he do a
Open back up last time as I spit a little dough in my mind she jus like one of a kind no c's no stand in her hind shes jus like me rappin a line perfect
kind that Ghengis Khan was sent to Sorta like Islamic temples and castles with demonic symbols My armors ripped too, Imma spit two The promise that I
you Now we knockin on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war Death, angels comin for you Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young
what's my psycho You could eat it on my psycho You could beat it like you Micheal I want my cut like lypo Feel cheated on like ? By Tiger and them white
the "Ish"? I'm spitting; you're losing, I'm sorry to tell you? Who the man now? Who the man now? Motherfucker? You a student, put ya hand down? Trying to growl like
