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A Bullet For Pretty Boy

No more sneaking through life, it's like a sickness we all have. like a cancer eating away, like a fire burning our flesh It's the pain we feel that

my darkest hour. Let's get to this and make a prediction about it all, (It all) Removing that picture perfect notion (Notion) Let's get to this and make a

We won't bend We won't break The world is a tortured place First impression is the deepest Our fragile hearts break daily We feel the pain It's never

me Use all of me for you We must set our own hearts Straight to lead the weak into the promise land You still Give us hope This is my flesh Nothing more than a

for bling bling I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets

or somethin You heard of us VA Cats, for real {Joe Mafia} I heard the judge got a grudge No love for thugs pushing drugs Guerilla warfare with ice mugs

friend, her sister i mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister i leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe bullet

like this When I look at you, my mind goes on a trip Then you came in and knocked me on my face Feels like I'm in a race, but I already won first place

yay which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's still