[licking noise] "If you would suck my soul, I will lick your funky emotions." "Is this America?! YEAH! Is this freedom?! NO! Is this Democracy?! NO!
, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul
this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul
of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I, lost control or just another soul A car
t control me quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies a ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes suckers
you knew, it was gonna be this way I guess I thought that cuz I told you nearly every day I know you're tryin' to suck my soul Oh well I'm sick of the
I thought you knew, it was gonna be this way I guess I thought that cuz I told you every day I know you're tryin' to suck my soul Oh well I'm sick of
lookin' for to save my save my soul lookin' in the places where no flowers grow lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hold mother mother sucking rock and
I will see I'm something more. Someday I will burn your soul. I didn't ask this sorrow. I can't do this alone. Tell me what you need. Why do you
get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never
the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul
me my rifle start da go da shit, But bill o'riely call me uh pinhead 4 sayin dat shit, Well him n oprah winfrey both can suck on sum dick, Dey said I
101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul?
through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh) So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha) I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers