I would like to see All of your heads Smashed to shit on the cement Your worthless minds spilling onto the street Worth more dead than you will ever
there My every word A fucking night mare Getting high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom No mercy
see your tail waggin', dog [Verse 1] Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right Let's begin,
Never Gotta Worry Money Stacked Up To The Ceilin Even Though She Not My Girl Don't Like When I'm With Other Women Good Man You Deserve It Right Now I'm Feelin Worthless
me away Suddenly the light begins to fade HOPELESS I'm falling down FILTHY I can't wake up I can not hold on I will not let go WORTHLESS It's over now
like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net I'm popping perkasets, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless
are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
can bring down the stars Five-thousand times, and their service is ours Obscene, unclean, unholy The losers, dope-fiends, and don?t forget The worthless
Shinoda] We don't sleep to dream We sleep to build stamina Energy to do our thing Get your camera Cuz this ride is about to begin Sit down, and buckle it in Let
if you want to, whatever I front chu, a block on da plate take a line if you want to, you know dat chu want to I know wat chu goin through [Verse 1:] Ridin down
I'm worthless But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine Content with the fact that I know this city's mine I walk down dead end streets like I didn
(feat. M.O.P.) [Jay-Z] You gotta let this one breathe Just Just let it breathe for a second "I'm not trying to give you, no advice" Yup, Hovi's home!
tell a friend I'ma keep the same grin whether I, lose or win Up, or down ten, I'ma fight to the end [breathing hard] Let's go [Chorus: L.U.V.E.] Ain
Turk for money down be so! Or thirty years like Magdalen live sad, With neither wool nor web of linen clad; Drown like Narciss', or swing down pendulous
