Well, I came back from hell so goddamn fit I'll bust your lip and make you strip You can play them games but don't play 'em in my park I'll spill a
Well, I came back from Hell, so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games But don't play 'em in my park I'll spill
: Lovely, and you? BAT BOY: Lovely, and you? SHELLEY: Won't you sit down? BAT BOY: Won't you sit down? SHELLEY: Don't mind if I do. BAT BOY: Don't mind
Then gets buffed the next day, no emotions have hold in If you're thirsty there's a well just where you live But come with an open mind, bring your cup
?s my little rock n roll queen I got a girl like that My baby?s built for speed Shoot to kill built to spill Got a mind take your pills But your never
came back from hell so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games but don't play'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill
I came back from hell so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games but don't play'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill
sleep late, pray for early graves I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves Built god with satellites, but couldn't handle earth It'll flood 'till the blood spills
spill all your guts Embraced by the treasury... The mind's in captivity... I'm not your enemy... Transporting all the guilt Forced mind activity... Ignoring what was built
tend to spill out, and me I like to whisk you all away - whisk you all away with my terrible mind. And when they finally get past all of your once tightly
but my tears are still spilled. CHORUS: X2 People need to know, you reap what you sow And I'm feeling what you show, You're reaching for your goal, Sticking to your
oil will spill Cruisin' the buffer zone, time to chill RikRok Sings Convertible, let your hair blow Madi gras w___ they let the beats throw Quick, flash, let me see your
gel Mind so dark it reminds me of a Texas oil spill Shipped by missiles from Iraq Filled with gasses in this chemical warpath Notice blood spill in my
entered the scene again For the glory of the Empire That?s been built by the hands of slaves For the glory of the Empire That?s been built by the hands
they want to fight you Raised by hypocrites, you feel lied to. Hook: Graffiti the land with skyscrapers Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites Graffiti the minds of children with your
thought that a nigga from Cali would've brought the game back to the witted They built it My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted Quick to spill