Our guise is that of an apparition enthralled in the vanity of self-worship our robe our crown as much a part of us as the very marrow in our bones we
I've packaged my emotions it's limited edition in the new clear vinyl this one's guaranteed to make you weep with the pretty print oh we'll sell it all
ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing i envision (more more more) snapping your neck (more more more) tilt back your head and fucking take it
every person in this place will lose their fucking lives i am a burning building bringing everyone inside to the ground in the time it takes to make things
damned thing and i can feel even less a nice (there's an upside to) subtle (corporal tunnel) fuck you (duster hits and) fuck you and fucking your secretary it
praise your name panic may arise shut your mouth as every last limb is amputated who knew in ten years you'd just be gone? and i think it's safe to say
nothin' was the worst, now it's the best of everything They used to tell us no, now it's yes to everything And I get high on the low, just the level things
about Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch) I Do It For The Hood Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It 'Cause I Could Heavy starch
my mind, radio songs go lemon lime Fuck a neuse a niggas might go thet there to the po po why pop it Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it
want a 'lac truck She don't like riding low, 'cause she like to sit up Put the 26's on it, what the fuck Gave it to her, told her, tear the streets up
em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck
it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked half
touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck
a touch it See I'm a smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow Seen it befo', I'm a be gettin this
Black Phantom wit the black guts and Im in it [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] [Verse: MJG] Fuck it Imma blast off, take my mask off Blow ya fuckin ass off
Phantom Wit The Black Guts And I'm In It [Chorus] [verse 2: MJG] Fuck It I'mma Blast Off Take My Mask Off Blow Ya Fucking Ass Off Give Me The
(feat. E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years
what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the po-po creep when they
