would be me! Who your wife he let fuck her for free? That would be me! Who get your ass shot dead in the street? That would be me! Who stand damn near
can't do this to me. [Fred Casely] You get off! You touch me again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will
on your monkey ass And yo my man, Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty
hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the squad car and lock me away Give me
on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a
in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef? Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate, keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul
rap, And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass, And yo my man (Tical) hit me now, Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now, Forget me
cause your lifes movin fast Devastated by the anger that you need to escape Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate Kiss the dead, on
Pax vobiscum venerunt ROBIN: Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! LANCE: Here's one. DAD: I'm not dead! ROBIN: Here, he says he's not dead
ROBIN (spoken): Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! LANCE (spoken): Here's one. DAD (spoken): I'm not dead! ROBIN (spoken): Here, he says
shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, hit me now (Tical) Bitches use to play me, now they can't forget me now Forget me
conceal your lies, your synthetic like women that are really guys, you got Jeff Heely's eyes. fuck you in your cunt group, I'll bring murder right to
lookin at death in the eyes They probably MURDER ME, check my disguise You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring lies Money bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME! Drop me
second half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check
a mythic author, Writing poems on tombstones Celph-titled and, nigga you couldn't bring home I'm at the crib wit your bitch givin' me slow head Split
part of life yo you just cant ignore it. Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like summat you thinks precious coz ya dead gran
frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get
