we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through
(What up?) The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police" When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your
like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your
Dre (What up?) The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming "Fuck the Police!" When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your
Jericho turnpike bandit Yes competition try to troupe my way I sing the song you never heard before I feed the famine in your mind So mind ya manners
could be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour And then Boss Hog hollar "Girl you better make this quick!" She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your
hangin' down stuck inside my imagination busy making something from nothing pictures of hope and depression anything is better than nothing anything is better than nothing anything is better than nothing anything is better than
you say they're in a band But, not me Cause I really am It's LP for your fucking information pal So you can stop staring back over your shoulder now
(feat. Apathy, Celph Titled) [Apathy:] I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem your status is stupider Ap' is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
if she had any cooties in there Audients & Band: WHADDYA MEAN, COOTIES! NO COOTIES ON ME! FZ: She was buns-up kneelin' Band: BUNS UP! FZ: I was wheelin' and dealin' Band
, on the right dear Now that Macheath, I mean that man Macheath Yeah he's bad, mercy mercy Yeah he's badder than old Leroy Brown You better lock your
Gibson and Keysha Cole money And we got haters but that better than no money We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money Two thousand and ten we comin' for your
what you say dog your shit be whack You better watch what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps Cuz that shit on your
jewelry Like that boy can't even care 'Bout no money, 'bout no ho, 'Bout no car, 'bout no clothes, Boy you better hold your nose 'Cause I'm shitting, hold your
jewelry Like that boy can't even care 'Bout no money, 'bout no ho, 'Bout no car, 'bout no clothes, Boy you better hold your nose 'Cuz I'm shitting, hold your