bed now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin Freddy
up Gs wit no doubt don. NAS: I die for my niggas, stick you for pies and lie for my niggas, plead guilty, get the chair, then fry for my niggas, its
ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold
ain't no sleep coming Out mining a slippery world Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel And bombers named after girls On bridges of black ice not built for
I prepared before our arrival here, I have studied the alignment of Cheops, Chefren and Mykerinos. It is as I suspected. Tomorrow, I leave the imperious
statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers, bitches
music is the key Cause the rhythm?s gonna get me, music takes me higher Music is my life, music is the key You?re my first, you?re my last, you are burning
your spurs. Come to think of it, remove your antlers. Haven't seen you for ages. I still fly into rages at the mention of your name, Christine White. I think about you
:] I'll die for my niggas Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my niggas It's essential that we all as they
you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigger in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to do is bark before I fight Before I lay you down
now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin Freddy
money's green the weed is purple The ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed
scare you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigger in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to do is bark before I fight Before I lay you
:] I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy trigger finger and
, music is the key Cause the rhythm?s gonna get me, music takes me higher Music is my life, music is the key You?re my first, you?re my last, you are