spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!" Stop
power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!"
of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
first murder, off precious is my breed Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends Unless I'm in the penn, I've got nobody to call my kin Cause all the real niggas are dead
that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone!) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from
You can't throw my life away I'd rather be dead then be a fucking prisoner Of your matrix of fucking consumer bullshit Go ahead spend your money on some stupid fucking
T set the theme to send them to hell, Bet on it, you?re never better, I tell them again, Seddy bury every adversary he put against. Verse 4 ? Hau Fresh
shape, colours, sizes and genders We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh! I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother fucker
dead body man (You can bring 'em to me) Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van All the
rap bastards tryin' to make a classic keep your dumb-ass out of the casket cause intercope'll spend your money they don't give a fuck about a dead rapper
[Intro:] You are the prince of darkness Arch enemy, father of evil Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe
world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born
hop still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are [Verse 1: MC Shan (Nas)] Hip
, they are barking And the rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will weep again
he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)
