so much better Fuck it all. When they finally find me Whipe the tears from your eyes Pretend I never happened Get on with your life Tell my mom I love
ho's strip But keep on your clothes Leave your inhibitions here... I breed 'em like I'm going to war I tell them killers they ain't figure what they
might be near And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize Although my vision is blurry I
thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga finger easy, I'll open up your body Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here And I
I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get
My mom love valium and lots of drugs That's why I'm on what I'm on cause I'm My Mom! [Verse 1:] My mom, my mom, I know your probably tired of hearing
I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend
'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you
screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah) I think I was put here to annoy the world and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put
I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I
arguing more and it's getting less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I fucked you right I will I fucked you right I will I'll fuck
two songs, now back to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell
chasing a damn thing So tonight let all of your pain be champagne I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill I might give you a pass depending how I
