scarred When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet god Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start Snatch your weak broad then we playin'
is dim Moldin' round the rim Guess what? You aren't real Twitchin' in the corner Taste is in your mouth My God it's plausible Even though incredible Gotcha', your
I'm in my room I'm biding my time My finger's on the trigger Committing a crime My life is good for nothin' And yet I don't know I'm split decision God
But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips I be the matador making your pretty little heels click I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary
with? Freedom is a teardrop with legs like a centipede That walks out of God's eyes when I fight or sit and bleed I could sit stone-cold and panic in
of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and
When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet God Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog
the turn the watts up Listen to what I said CNN all day in your eyes and your head [Khujo] No longer can I ask when I'm in your presence Now it's hard
you ain't heard You can start me in the mornin with a bottle of 'birds Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise Up under your legs, in between your
part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs