ain't nothing greater. raise crumbs hate crumbs that never exist. I'll turn every bullet to a hershey's kiss (kiss) and we can eat away our fear (fear
my pimp posture Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors Clown be careful Fuck boys you should fearful
, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East! [Professor X] Yes! I'm that kind of nigga The one you fear, be scared you can't figger The one that
When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga Fuck around and be a memory, nigga [Z-Ro] Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear You niggaz hearts be pumping fear
Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled Wondering why I was introduced to a life Filled with drama and trouble And everyone's always got something to say When I come around, when I clown
us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
, lets do it Huhuhuh [Verse 1: Tupac] Cross this nigga here Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear
method to my madness BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound Lyrics will leave em spell bound Clown
problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns
be, so relax, clown with me As if you're down with me, get around and see The brother with tattoos and no fears Runnin my fingers through your hair
ve been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But,
it's time to throw down f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down (Hey Holmes) just f--- the bullshit to many damn fears
I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your
t you love a farce, My fault I fear, I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry my dear! But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Quick send in the clowns
out on your steps You was broke down crying a mess So I interferred I asked what's the reason for tears I was wishing you could tell me your fears But
bitch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your
pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges *VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear
