i won?t try / you think you?re something / what i see is nothing / this kind of life i won?t try / well you can kiss my ass / or kiss your own ass goodbye
dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people
the shelf and I'll bust And if you wonder why my pants sag, I keep my pistol in my pocket Cause motherfuckers want to see me take my last dance But they
you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my
my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I guard my
and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
candle on top of the fireplace mantle and Grab my flannel and my bandanna than - kiss the naked mannequin man again, You can see him standing in my front
light on my ass where was you at last night when them assholes ran up on my grass rapper slash actor kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass they took away my
take a look who the hoe now At every industry party, gettin' so damn drunk Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked Remind me of my
on my ass where was you at last night when the mass hoes ran up on my grass rapper slash actor kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass they took away my
dreds I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up Gold diggin bitches, the buck stops
opens, give it here (Here) Get my crown, dust of my chair And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the
jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I guess you could say Mya got the best of me Came back from the dead to address the beef Kiss my
Michigan, we saw nothin but thugs Me muggin hoes shoppin Distributin drugs Hittin 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk* Squeekin and we .. But the wagon don't stop
she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye Fat Sweaty Betty,
