[Mr. Lil One] *Talkin* Yeah, you know how we do Lil Uno, and I brought my homie Sicc Made We're gonna break down To all the bitches And all the hoes
I think I need a change, I've been chillin in the range Time to loosin up, grab my shit and juice em up F**kin wit the ghetto, we got a score to settle
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics [Mr. Lil One] *Talkin* Yo, what's crackalatin This is all I got to say [Chorus] Loddy Doddy I love to party Cause
[Mr. Lil One] Jack 'The Ripper', strippin mothaf**kas for their egos Peace to all the bald heads, mobbn in their regals Need no mothaf**ka to be tellin
slime it has seen man crawl It waits to see our final fall The Finger of Scorn, it points to us all The Finger of Scorn, it points to our fall Black
Bathed in brine, drowned by time A place where the titans submerged Downtrodden seas, home to scores of debris Where Mother's nightmares converged. Choked
The scorn of death's kiss Harsh against my skin The flesh cold, the flesh cold My soul longs to be with thee To dwell forever with the father I've longed
Acidic words and words of hate "Can't save himself, what a waste!" Salt of scorn on open wounds hurled at Christ before the tomb. Verbal stones increase
with a hunting hound My blood's a red river that flows through every town No Have you ever felt like I have? Cry for me sky Cry for me, scorned, scorned
Have I not been too long? In the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
Someone somewhere scorned Never will forget Someone somewhere scorned Never can forget Burning, No desire No friends, Inside my mind I'll never change
may have stopped this But you can't stop me! Staring at you, obsessing Grabbing for you, mind stressing Staring at you, obsessing Grabbing for you, mind stressing Stalk, scorned
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Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order Rebel against all circles and dead ends fight your way with your mind set on the
Rest assured This is sincere This is true Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing Save the art of accusation
Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not
superior race we don't fear anyone Shaped by hate we are invincible, sons of nobody we live for glory God's bastards We adore scorn! Nocturnal beings
Have I not Been too long in your shadows of invention and creation? As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing