Wake up in bed with a horse's head I'll start again on the cigarettes And burn down the house-arrest I am evil with you I am evil with you I know not
kidnapped Wake up in bed with a horse's head I'll start again on the cigarettes And burn down the house-arrest I am evil with you I am evil with you
, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
why she strippin and I ain't sayin I agree with her job but shit times is hard I guess I just see eye to eye with her vision you know [Hook] How many
mother and father equal but I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and
Young] [Chorus: K-Young (Krayzie Bone)] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky! You could meet me in the sky, (You
it be hard to maintain and stay peacefull If you don't know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you, Defeat you, deceive you, evil, He will never leave you
evil, dem evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil,
Secret political interests are confused You police the planet but who protects us from you While wars are waged over pathetic turf We elect leaders with no regard for planet
of a secret plan? or Merlin's trick while he yet can? [???] - With the mighty sword held high, a new born king of Celt and Briton people, rejoice through
you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son
Praying for sleep Dreaming with a watering mouth Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts With the root of all evil
The rap game now is over I shot up homeboy's Rover With fifty shots to fold you You screamin for Yejova You wish your momma hold you Just wanna
, the way the mop the floor with ya All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can stitch you Nobody movin with you, cuz you really ain't bout it Now there
of your innocents, your soul is for sale Remembering the dead, you must carry on To give up and give in, no that would be wrong Evil minds with sick sinister plans
blunt What more do you want you unfucked up the plot And deserve just what you got Cuz I'm hotter than tabasco You little ass hole Mow I gotta do you
up! Thoughts in my head Of people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you Done it before, do it again Thougths
