built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering.
Lies built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering
watch me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
was livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth
to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over Just admit when it's at it's end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
Men, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close
Men, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f-ck the world, that?s adultery You full of sh-t, you close
me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin? clear Of makeup-smeared hatin? queers, makin? clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
Discography: Paid In Full, Follow The Leader, Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique. That's the end of the group. Went off to solo
nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either ill fuck the hoe with pussy that's mind blowing do my
crouced full of sadness Lets his boat go drifting out Into the evening sun We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm I crumpled under cudgel blows
down) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song I'm the King (alright, alright, alright) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song Y'all wanna know what
we love you cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old i dont mean to brag i dont mean to
my red clothes And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows Can you ressurect a mother fucker that feel like he pose as a dead soul Deteriorate to an
game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long [Yung Joc:] You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow