my face up in the paper column mad cause I'm gettin Colin Farel paper chalie and my girl won't wear it if it ain't kavali. cute face, slim waist, call
seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol, my life
time" Yeah, yeah, some playin' a wall I wasn't with that, not livin' like that You ain't with it let me hear you say ho You ain't with it let me
Deep into pain Uncontrolled suffering Hysteria - Crying No blood in my veins Left here alone Hear my screams of torment I'm in pain Consumed with agony
Mountains of despair I can see the pain It's written all over your face The screaming arrows tear through my soul In the dawn your face is haunting
ain't goin' down mothafucka'! Take this! *2 gunshots* My car roof could suck my dick! I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, *woman screams*
I fell asleep at the wheel Rubberneck traffic and passersby And Slow Motion Walter the fire engine guy Stand around with their mouths open wide I heard some idiot ask if someone's inside With
' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with
ropes lke a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya (we miss ya) Come with
revelation of death is our cure Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran Mixed with the blood
hardest on the beat, I'm the fire that you playing with You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with So yeah I'm positive,
[Intro: Royce - whispering] You took a part of me with you You took a part of me with you Uhh, you took a part of me with you Ahh, ahh [Chorus: Royce
hey) Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks
can clip my wings, but I see happiness in the sky so I'ma keep on flying Until I find, a rested place So many battle scars, blood on my chest and face
The sun is going down, you need to take you butt home And come outside with your whack freestylin' You should have kept it in the house like Debbie Galler When I grab the microphone, people scream
to neck stocks with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G O D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream
Creeping through the crib is maxine pot holdin' down with the grits Pam sucking his dick, maxine al greened him screaming slipped in piss He ran into ceas' room, grits down cryin' aight with
can't take nothing from me It's the longest waited, the most anticipated The album amputated scream the name out Killah Priest I leave the blood filling