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,
top [2Pac: repeat 5X] I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E [Nuttso] With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry
is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries
Past And Blast.Its Just Another Murder Nobody Morns No More. My Tear Drops Gettin' Bigger But Cant Figure What Im Cryin' For. In Just A Minuet We Casket
kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower
The flying horse carries me across the sky Triumvirate swallows make our breath Can we grow a sun A water run The Great White Water? Every slum an ox
. I still can't remember all the best things she said. We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice. He said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find. If I carry
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)
When the siren's flash is gone And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could