I've been to hell with no plan for return, I've seen things that'll make your eyes burn I've seen the eyes of death through a loved one dying And once
batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it?s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage
old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed
minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
s eyes staring clear At the back of your head as you drink And there's no time to think. Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow Will offer their heads
is life she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with
make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm Oh your childhood cried out in your head "they
head on collision. I vision an incission, some psycho precision, Psychedelic funkin', slam jam dunkin'. This is do or die, so I'd rather be dead, Cops get outta line, off with their
next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with
a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed Yo, their deaths got tolled up Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with Boy with the big mouth
two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
All great place a peace, not that lake full of heat Could you imagine listenin' to a seven headed dragon? Grabbin', madmen chewin' their heads off Less
wealth - you'll ugly yourself The hungrier I felt with nothing to feed me Streets will mislead me Where the eyes are greedy I vibe on CDs, his eyes on
telling me about? What are they brining? Their candles are lit, they walk in burning incense sticks Holding their camels' head low while presenting their
m a warrior, elephants kneels as I pass Holdin skeletons of the soldiers that I killed in my path With the heads of their leaders still in my hands Hold
Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open a severed head
women To serve massa, guest You gon be a nigga's death Misses Fried Chicken You was my addiction Dripping wet hot, coalesced Like Greeks with their (filafo?) Or Italians with their
