all fall flat, ah Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth
in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga)
punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about the
it's just bear holes And assholes with aloe but I guess you know how that goes I'm shallow for now, but wait a second, it gets deeper I'm through cryin
make your ear lobes glass, diamonds, i put you in a phearohs arms, lets raise those glasses, nobody claimed that we lost it, we just overcame all the
club, love I'm sendin' it Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin' it I'm sick and ain
vick in this bitch Dog fall back your mutts, fuck your worms You've never seen such a sick puppy Fuck, it a sick duck, I want my duck sick mommy And
can't scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love LA Cuz over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the
said, "Fuck it" Took it and stuck it back up in my head Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Brain damage, ever since the day I
shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing Trying to separate the truth from entertainment It's stupid ain't it? I get sick of trying to explain it
where the allies bombed the school They say by mistake Here nobody takes me for a fool Just for a fake Later at the hotel bar The journalists are waiting
you did to me, it's not your first crime What makes it worse is it's all on my dime Fight all day, you're not hearing what I say Stay all night and
the common cold Find your sickness on my list Pay upfront and make a wish One day I will work with animals All the tests I'm gonna do All my stuff's
life of mine Brought me all the way here form a life of crime Just a constant reminder that the end all be all Is the one who knows all sees all Because
on key and lock It makes me feel kind of sick To know love put you in a trick I knew our love would have to end The day I made it with your friend
A part of me with you [Royce Da 5'9"] It's like it's a, urban legend, his mistake Her confession; how 'bout it for a first impression How 'bout it,
fake If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait And we gon' show them people what it
It's coming, it's coming Why is y'all runnin'? It's over, it's coming Where y'all going? What y'all running for? It's over, it's moving closer, the sky