off with paradise So leave your mark on our world by leaving no mark at all(moreno) Maybe it's security Maybe it's simple amibition Maybe it's insanity Maybe it
it'll make me free - Here we diddy come come Yeah, bring it on, death's about to grow from the seeds you sown You fertilized it with poverty, you watered it
one, which night it was done, what kid would write there was none, so sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes it must be the ganja it's
hear that? They screamin' for you, I can bring you career back But I don't want it back, yes, you do, no, I don't Yes, you do, you're gonna regret it
Cut it with sword To get myself And get you, too... FREE! FREE! OUT! OUT! Metamorphosis of a larva, how beautiful it is Can't do it still, facing
deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin' face Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate Get your shit together plus your mind straight Yo my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous
right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many
cry Don't just sit and let life pass you by Then I slowly wiped the tears from her eyes And I told her to take it slow Girl give it time to flow And
your lovers Skirting off peeling rubber As we shout "DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN" Yeah yeah bitch (what what) We'll bring it to your crew We'll bring it
you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block every
, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave. Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a
his girl while he away at Sing Sing But me and Rosie, we have a little fling Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring Wicked trouble it will bring
your home For teaming me as back off of me I hope you know It became a lie on you It became a lie on you It feels like you're letting go I'm back for
in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block every
it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. Chances are it wont come back to you. And if it does, do yourself a favor and let it go yourself Poison
's take a deep breath, naw let's take a breath Naw let's take, naw let's aaah shit, well I guess that about says it Maybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe
arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue and where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes and she'll bring
reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge