And how we love to put it to you The turn of the screw Here comes another You're empty and we're finished with you On to the next one And the turn of
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life [Outro] I think I fell in love with a porn star And got married
you up, like a cup. And make this love thing overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and whipped
gon fill you up, like a cup. And make this love thing overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and
for me Pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and Baby, we'll live a hell of a life I think I fell in love with a porn star And got married
thats gon fill you up, like a cup. And make this love thing overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and
For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven While niggas was alive it was hell Gotta be Heaven
the hell he supposed to know I see they ass Runnin' to the radio And the TV issues and views Shaped by one sided news Got us like planet of the apes Under CDs and
and sweating The eternal hell of boredom in heaven I wanna go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I wanna go to heaven for the weather But hell
earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self rebirth Now those caves become a garret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And
make sure You knew I was sincere I've already been to heaven So they asked me to step down Up was a real good offer But I screwed up big and turned
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
tell I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws The sins of this planet have
