For your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on (Spoken:) But when his drinking and lusting and
the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
handle all the pain the pain of wanting more and me wanting the same I throw on my shoes I run outside and she's gone all the things going through my head
media machine A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school Fourteen people lying dead
and gentlemen: DUNT'S EX-WIFE! FZ: Ladies and gentlemen, you're probably sitting in your chairs, saying to yourselves: "I could do that!" And of course you can! And
make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and
hope they come home soon Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences
is just pathetic and gay when niggaz speculate what the fuck 'Pac would say you don't know shit, about a dead mans perspective and talking shit will
and low blows Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
the day, And speak the thousand names of God. Under the world is only dead and cold, And you still think that you can save your soul, The war is come and
still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun