to scream I need to escape I drink till my head aches And when I'm done I go to bed And in the morning I wish that I were dead I wish I could just
I'm going to scream I need to escape I drink till my head aches And when I'm done I go to bed And in the morning I wish that I were dead I wish I could
around We got fear on demand They'll decide if you survive Or kill you where you stand Less concerned nothing learned This is your last chance Get up and dance You
pop culture Lights out, brain dead Another victim of pop culture Small minds, force fed Another victim of pop culture shot dead Some complain that true rock is dead
time we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you That's why I
I see ya faggot ass schemin fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen fuck you I know you hate the way I'm street dreamin fuck you That's why I'm ridin
beautiful... memory of love A Dance with the dead It does exist We still remain... I still remain... with you I remain with you ... with you
m back to this bullshit I got a four clip from my enemies They wanna see me dead off these fuck streets I drink this fuck liquor you know the remedy Waka
the clamor I'm singin "Raise the Flag" cause I hate the Spangled Banner Because you can't get with me, you label me enemy Your comments on the mortal
Dollas At Me I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New Ice Cube Plus My Guns They Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood
love is fo my guerillas and fo da cheddar! So all you mark ass nigga's get da fuck up outta dogde! Get ya life right with God, then if you want war let
extras, and overs Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
when i tell you if you cross me you can die, might as well be a pigeon cause your spirit fitna fly if you wasnt on keep watchin me, you aint a gorilla
, you feel like that Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at That hurt, like a heart attack How fraud is that, when I use to front you
when I tell you, if you cross me you could die Might as well be a pigeon, cause your spirit fin to fly If you wasn't on "Keep on Watching Me", you ain
when he was about to be crucified Please everyone if you don't help me then you could die Suicide is safety, but it's definite hell Somebody dead and