was a dick and I ruined your life, that's just as fucked up as I am tonight. It's hard to admit I still think about you. It's hard to admit I still
I was a dick and I ruined your life, that's just as fucked up as I am tonight. It's hard to admit I still think about you. It's hard to admit I still
, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with
front of me I'm focused on the future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass guess yo mom didnt teach ya that pick a spot to beef with
Muslim, sleeping with the Gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your a-- because
That will insure a kill A kill is what you want A kill is why we breed The christians love their guns The church and nra Pray for their salvations Prey
treat you like a poopie broad When we fucked I refused to even take my jewlery off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It
freak just for fucking with my balls and my dick Get started Legs parted I hit it so hard the pussy farted And now it's time to depart it She took the rubber off
admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I know you miss me, go on admit it girl Cause everything he doing for you, I done did it girl So call me up late, I know you with it girl I get a rush
Admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little biko, that was two junior High school psychos Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
a shot Kick me, kicking you, kick the lot Talk to you with a frightening blade Hear me stalk through the 6th fucking grade Bar wax clogging up your head
fingers, but still you can't let go Its hard to know what makes us fall apart Its hard to want to stop it when it starts Its hard to know what makes
themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand
me co-sign with rappers i dont even like what the fuck you want me to do? start to gobble this mic start jacking em off, till his cap blasting off fuck
could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with
a Christian A Muslim, sleeping with the Gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off
