played the pill, I nearly died for this music. You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit, Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call
with me ride with me slide with me gotta get the vibe with me ride with me slide with me gotta get the vibe with me ride with me slide with me gotta get
juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown [Violent J] Fuck Gene Simmons, you make me sick 'Psycho Circus' you stole my shit! Spit
rap game change me, right? [Chorus:] When it comes to being true, at least true to me One thing i found,one thing i found Oh no you'll neva let me down
with me. You know, like I always do I play the songs, he's like "Who that spittin?" I'm like "It's me." He's like "Oh, well okay." Uhh, he started talkin
for the flavor I place a call to my next door neighbor He's got a grow room, in full bloom He said drop by 'round half past noon He's got the tasters,
game Whenever I see you or your work It makes me feel like spitting What's that noise? Oh that We've been expecting it for ages It's the sound of the atom splitting He
wrists and the thirty thousand collah pussy must be good he's victim to your power....shit nigga like me I would never avower spit that shit to me
all my people givin' eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul Everything that we spit
place the face, kind of hard to catch me Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby Caught like a felony,
keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I
, what it look like not?s what it look like, might what it look like but your whom I don?t like, cos you say it like you know that its true, tryna mess
paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit
wrist and the thirty thousand collar Pussy must be good he's victim to ya power Shit nigga like me, I would never allow it Spit that shit to me I would
forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and
I called the Pimp God right and he put me on hold And said his bitch run off, I thought, I thought pimpin' was dead then But he called back though and