get it back, you just lost your verse It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin' for weed 'Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first I could even bust my gun
ain't leavin', let's go haha Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for comin' out, peace! Oh shit, I almost forgot You're comin' with me [gun shot] Haha, bye bye![gun
it's no surprise It ain't shit bitch believe that Suckers claiming they paid They can't even handle they weed tax I leave tracks like a needle You phony
Pain, pain Stop me [Monoxide Child:] I'm sitting in the dark, talking to myself Why does everybody tell me that I need help? I'm in love with pain I take a needle
my eyes. Its no surprise. [Monoxide Child] It aint shit bitch believe that. Suckas claimin they paid and cant handle the weed tacks. I leave tracks like a needle
a loaded gun God only knows she likes it easy As it comes, take it as it comes ya I know she's been playin' with the needle I've been playin' with the gun
a fragrance Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa just to lay low Make more money man that the model for the mob Need
it, we gon' get it, get it My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest Feel it in the air, yeah, Siegel said it best It's a legal mess, needles need to death
and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make your brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out needles
St. Jimmy is coming down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate Coming at you on
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun The
needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Buzz buzz goes the needle Each drop of blood is a token of love Buzz buzz goes the needle And I wait
Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa In the casa just to lay-low. Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, Need a blowjob
this hood shit Y'all bitches thin'k the ryders a joke, well I don't play I blow you whole fuckin' shit up Like Tim McVeigh Gimme the needle, not tomorrow
Oh, everybody Do you hear the big bass drum? Louder, louder Yes, it's gettin' in you Like the needle from a gun Deeper, deeper Oh, we don't need it Since
mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon and Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun waiting for good times that seem to never come going out, gonna get myself a gun
for you To shut your mouth And get your ass on the plane Well, screaming engines, shooting flames Dirty needles and cheap cocaine Some gal's old man with a gun
like dogs Needles hang from their arms Desperate their eyes Leading transparent lives What I see makes me feel Twisted from inside Get a gun Kill the