diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin' changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad
, so don't even try and speak On how blacks should turn the other cheek To hell with all y'all devils Ain't no love losses for no white crosses So what
smell terrible fucking a sea hag is something I can never do no matter what she working with or she be bringing cheddar to Snow White's a ho she burned
Cause, I don't owe you nothin' and I don't want nothin' from you Mr. Preacher, man he act so good Umm, says he don't but I know he would Stick his head
that, mash away in a diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr
burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr
I start stripping Young ladies and the titles that hold 'em I treat 'em like a pretzel: bend, stretch, and fold 'em And I can do the same damage on stage Black, white
limited edition We are now accepting callers For these pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning
the wrong way Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn
me what's right and wrong? Death is in my eyes, I wear no disguise, You're gonna pay for those little white lies. No more Mr. nice guy, I filibust
yeah They call me Mr. Madman I was out for not long Three lusty women Walked me home, when they left They called me Mr. Madman My head is constantly
hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin' it for the white You got a 9 to 5
their wigs split quick If you abusin that shit, you probably shootin that shit I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit You could find me in my Rover gettin head
in my head Closing the door, don't wanna hear no more Made up my mind, everything has been said You and me, we disagree, when I see white Well then you
Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes Uh, oh, heads up, there she blows A whole load of head and
child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white
a child life No more doctors deliverin' my babies Stickin' pins, killin' me slowly To the President, you say, I'm a welfare fraud You motherfuckin' right, let's burn this dark house white