for what i do I am your everyday everything(x4) why(x4) Its in your face as your sentences swim I see the demons underneath your skin I see the
uh thin I tell man bout stop gunshot fly true de boi gabadin You wanna, die fast or die slow? My 4.4 mek ya didn't breed ya gyal So ya kids didn't meant
of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you? [Shout] CHINOOO!!! Now who makes the blood spill? And who keeps the shits real? (repeat 2x) Chorus: (repeat 4x
) Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I do) The horrors been here waiting just for you [Violent J:] Its all ready, my suit of skin is made of dead hooker
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up Chorus: Bizzy Bone This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X) This
am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead Play this Kneel down Gun-shy Martyr Pitiful I rose, I roared I will I am 4: Judith You're such an inspiration
and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
{Miz Marvel} 007 The first verse, perfect design conquest your desert thirst 008 Highly blessed, can't recept the evil luers curse 009 From the mansion to the slums, where the evil
blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors
Return us nothing 2x Into the Sun (INTO THE SUN) Return us nothing (RETURN US NOTHING) 2x My mother said that we're all angels But I swear I saw the evil Evil
left ventricles I love to molest a skin double headed dildo up the pussy and ass creates bloody estrogen I'll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertibrate I got no skin
It's the evil that men do Chorus But every nigga on my block can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X) Interlude
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,
ass and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]
fortune-telling parrot screams, From the top of a tower of terminal brain tumors. Now I'm in a picture, of Tahiti, And even the air, is an evil hallucination
the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy he gives a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin
