crazy world is gonna spin No matter what we do Come on darlin' we need a nap It's hot this afternoon So just lay still, kill some time Hold my hand,
my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your
create a *fucking* blood bath. [Esoteric] I bring the gory oratory thats demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your
concerned you've hung your shadow on the wall And though your fingers never really pulled the trigger Your hands are just as guilty, you're the one who brought the blood
See I don't gangbang, get my bang on, so bring it on bitch, I'm trife Type of nigga that'll pull a plug on yo' life, ya better hang on All them hoes wanna
get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots
your arm try to ... ... ...military is blowing on you is hot sunny days with the .. .. in the hand gonna bull for ..man..man play around to your faithfully..to your
strange motherfuckers with axes got us surrounded I wonder if they're gonna kill her, my heart's pounding Drowning in anticipation I mean if they kill her, they're killing
you throw dice and nuttin wins And everything you put your hands on be crumblin And when everything you plan on come to an end Some light candles, wit
armor on this leader Fully clad and glad to find a cause, I won't pause Fear is a joke, slowpoke, I'm like claws That'll rip 'cause your gift, is merely
' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun Watch religion come and go Watch corruption on their shows Buy your silence, money for blood
god Holy shit Di ch-n is no joke Bus my gun all over di 50 plus coast Squeeze it so much It form a dark cloud your fat mooma the second hand smoke What
on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin
spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying
aim So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that I'll get silver guns to drip old blood Let's give this established joke
warzone Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn Little bill, grab your
this time And take that bovine blood out your wine And take that statue back to the lab it was created at Your huddled masses yearning to breath free
they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis