Who the fuck do you think you are? and why the fuck would i care? i don't know you, and i don't want to. you aren't my fucking peers. you drew the
Open up your eyes, look at your lives. cut up on a bible and divided into lines. snorted one by one at a fucking time by rich politicians with no
Your rhetorical vomit is a dying language that drowns out the voice of the manipulated, downplays the suffering of buried nameless, and keeps us confined
Thank god for this sort of humiliation for always letting me know my place: knee deep in problems i create. knee deep in feelings i can't make subside
Congratulations motherfucker. you've won this year's award for "biggest sack of shit i've ever shared oxygen with" you're too fucking dumb to be ignored
Now we officially deserve everything we've got coming our way. WE'RE COMPLETELY FUCKED! the people have spoken. the asshole is chosen. we can't
You're gonna die alone in no ones arms but your fucking own. i hope i'm there to laugh at you. is your precious ego still bruised? that's right,
to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home)
York Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court Cuz Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun
You got niggas who said, "I'm out, I'm out the door this year" Fuck, all them niggas Fuck *Einstein* Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each other Fuck you
, Bone Thug Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home
s WHO! While some of 'em been up on stage and got, BOOED! So let me out rap 'em, Back slap 'em, Pack 'em, In a casket, Then wrap 'em up tight in a plastic
looking happy, don't make me Take your sweet sixteen and turn the ants into a sugar daddy You need a quilt to carry like I need a bitch to marry I pilt
a holocall On the call to get all the rip off the adimin To break a tip off the other men Did we bury the men Cause I'm gonna carry the man In the land
I a young nigger with potential Shootin game and shootin niggas thats all fundamental Drug house since other drug house persons goin to jail for others
ain't how I was born, but this is how I live, so that's how I'll die, and do not close my eyes, so when you see me in the casket ima look right back at
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga Chorus: {
