me what's right and wrong? Death is in my eyes, I wear no disguise, You're gonna pay for those little white lies. No more Mr. nice guy, I filibust
yeah They call me Mr. Madman I was out for not long Three lusty women Walked me home, when they left They called me Mr. Madman My head is constantly
hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin' it for the white You got a 9 to 5
their wigs split quick If you abusin that shit, you probably shootin that shit I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit You could find me in my Rover gettin head
in my head Closing the door, don't wanna hear no more Made up my mind, everything has been said You and me, we disagree, when I see white Well then you
Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes Uh, oh, heads up, there she blows A whole load of head and
child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white
a child life No more doctors deliverin' my babies Stickin' pins, killin' me slowly To the President, you say, I'm a welfare fraud You motherfuckin' right, let's burn this dark house white
the head left for dead So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and slurred Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and mouth corners One December 24th Mr
Them dey burn, yes Them dey burn, yes Them dey burn, yes Them commot one student's eye, yes Them break some some head Them break some some head Them
(feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With
last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap You cats will go "night-night" for the right price So I suggest you show respect if you like life Cause the white
limited edition We are now accepting callers for the pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning But
] Buried all my bones in the sands of the Motherland Our fate in the hands of the white man This involves more than separation The white population occupies
her nigga, grocery bags [Chorus: Lloyd] Okay, ooohhh baby I be stuck to you like glue baby Wanna spend it all on you baby My room is the g-spot Call me Mr
't stop...) [DOITALL:] Well, times have changed not only for the urban but also for suburban We get props, we're deservin' From black kids, to white kids I see them bob their heads
high Wearing white my back is turned With a Spiderman band-aid on my burn Where do they come from? Melatonin rum? Mr Sandman? Or from heaven? To our heads