in need of proper use of a razor not trusting of traffic lights or stop signs and i'm hoping this wood and wire can fufill my desire...my desire and
make need of a proper use of a razor not trusting no traffic lights or stop signs and i'm hoping this witty wire can fufill my desire...my desire and
spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate
of whip ass Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin' I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's
care how you use it Try to make it last all night, And if you take your pick Be careful how you choose it, Sometimes its hard to feel it bite Feel
I'ma hold the block up, got it on my shoulder '67 drop, worth the price of a Rover Macked out, blacked out, old school Nova Lights out, hang out, fuck
bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" [Ant Live] One in the chamber, eight in the clip Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme
in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist
Bombing Agency We control the watch tower now, Power of assembly in crowds, hypnosis The only closest pattern to our process Our signature of razor
they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest
niggaz up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out
all eye seein', heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A hill sound again, feelin' symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims with
graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "Nothing feels
We spent the night on razor's edge All innocence and sin Now I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in I said I'm strung out on the Bowery
feel uninspired Starin out of, of my window Oh I, feel so tired Oh yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin' out my window, oh yeah
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen
If I surrender to this feeling Maybe all the aches and pains will go and I can close my eyes Never again to have them open until I bleed out all I've
to the life I once had -The hate for myself is all that's left now As blood runs down my arms I feel peace in my heart... On my skin the razor blade
