, and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood-let a man And then I come along On the feet of man And halfway laugh and cry About the meat
on the hunt of a job stood in the blizzardy wind Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors of the working folks around For a piece of meat and a spud
butcher, and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood-let a man And then I come along On the feet of man And halfway laugh and cry About the meat
and You bleed a man: If you bang up and badger and Bloodlet a man; And then I come along On the feet of man And half way laff and cry 'bout The meat of
boots, like how the fuck the rats get in my boots A brown metal that sizzles, wrap up more dead meat then riddles Injuries that have you missing more
all about the bling-bling Mouth full of medal, or moving out of the ghetto Or is it about the slaves suffering, getting beat Being sold like raw meat,
me dead or alive Point of survival let's get points with real niggaz lives But you only see raw meat on streets; these niggaz love their heat Nowadays
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!! Hit it from the back and blow out that bush Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing Know my bitches from they taggles
belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me [Pimp C:] I got money on my beeper, dead
blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what c Nd business and
with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and
And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers
Halcyon prick absinthe loaded. Popes moselle in Christ, slurping dead Jim's fat ass wife with shamrocks and driftwood. I'm an articulate man, but the
Don't treat the bride kneeling at your feet Feeling black and blue like an overworked upper cut side order of meat Monkey see what monkey do looking
OLIVER NORTH! No "Secret Government" for you, buddy! You're over! you're trough! BILL CASEY! You're dead! (I mean that . . . ) BUSH! You're still a