blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn
the price you pay [D-Roc] You lay down low for hoes Get that mat out your nose You heard the same story told From beginnin to old I give a fuck no
They say that people are livin' in the street No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light
watch my mouth, how? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin
Texas City, Texas City Oh, how awful was her fate First she burned and then exploded Now the story, we'll relate Of the Winecoff in Atlanta How she burned
print today, can't find nothin' bad to say", because Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town Nobody OD'ed, nobody burned a single buildin
know you and you know me I know you and you know me I know you and you know me It's the sobb story, the sobb story I know you and you know me I know
old news and i've got holes in my socks. I rock the mic swell in this group What the Hell, Well here's a little story I've got to tell! About two bad
quick Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?} {Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn
out start buggin out Thugs out, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats Honeys suckin me, sweets Do a 90 in the jeep Red glorious, might stand victorious A hundred story high in story
you think we've come to? What does it take to follow through? Who is it making you move? Heavens to Murgatroyd The situation's purgatory Brer Rabbit stories, burn categories The allegory is Adam's story
out on the grass and burned holes in his face with the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT i fly like a vampire bat and murder people telling stories where the
out on the grass And burned holes in his face With the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT I fly like a vampire bat And murder people telling stories where the
never goin back to wonder why. [Chorus (2x)] [Violent J] Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital Callin' me this, callin' me that Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap With the old
my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet but stories
her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned
ancient history to this heart of mine So many times I've heard the same old story Any fool can learn to read between the lines And this time honey you've burned