my life with groupies or gold diggers I see these bitches now, shake it naked tryin' to make it If you spendin' all his money, take it bitch, you can
i dreaming? you search for things that are taking you high and far out of truth missing your lost youth can?t you feel life?s passing by am i
be taken back Does it make you stop and think Of all the things you lacked. Time can give and take away at will Don't look back, don't stand still Because
Back to the ranch and fulfill our duty as the priest It feels good?in New York to go to Junior's for a cheesecake Then come back to Philly 'cause you really wanna cheese-steak It feels good?to take
stronger to fight again in the fields of the master of chaos by the power of nature, from the deepest path in the wild forest a new empire will arise with the majesty and glory
never spend my life with groupies, or golddiggers I see these bitches now, shake it naked tryin to make it If you spendin all his money take it bitch you
You spit like Scott Broscious, think you Joe DiMaggio Plus the slang you spit was manuscript, man you sllpped Trying to be the man you writ Or man you