rely on living lies I really wish we could start it over just you and me When we touched you initialed into my skin With the scratch of a nail carve two letter sins, two letter
that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris Foolishness, Lu been doin' this since super letters
unless you wanna talk bad bitches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter
playgrounds throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass just to avoid the block go high off the glass I'm killing them out there they gon' have
. (I have my best suit on!) I'm so tired, it's killing me as she slits my throat with the pen I wrote, "Civil War and 13." So sever the letter, you love
the jury like I'm guilty Shawty tried me so I killed em off G.P. Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry Don't worry just comecary And some letters plus some
Ro, Z-Ro the motherfucking Don Y'all know me, talking about this shife ass life that we live Brothers killing brothers, sisters killing sisters Fathers killing
[Z-Ro] No more letters to the President, this one is to Jehovah What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen from
memorize their wounds. a quiet dance with quiet steps transpired in the ambulance. crossing out the first five letters in "discomfort" still can't kill
don't mix Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix So be careful, 'cause that shit's out there It's a 4-letter word that you should fear So please
Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know
i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait I'm the letter after F and right before H I
of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday
terrible I know they ain't virgins Damnit they in a wheel chair they can't stand it Haters must be paralized they don't run shit My lifestyle suitable get dressed up Killing
[Note: The lyrics form a secret message from the first letter of each word] You obviously, underestimate Seay's unruly cadence Killin crumbs, rippin
back, tell 'em you need hours You should've left "Haterama" on the net I said "fuck a reply", but you wouldn't let it die (The illest four letter word
, juts big face bills, I call her boo-panana now watch the top peel A real bitch with me, She keep her mouth sealed, Every respect [?] Pistol cocked for the kill