block with the gangstas stayin two toes down I'm on the grind. I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up, countin cash up in the cut tryin to
have sin in your soul. [Roxie Hart] - God, that's beautiful. [Billy Flynn] Cut out God. Stay with your battle acquainted. Kid, when I'm through with
Like diamonds in the ground We are waiting to be found In silence we are bound By the wailing wall of sound Want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings With
close to Because I'm number one, competition is none I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun Whether playin' ball or bobbin' in the hall I just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
If i could steal youre waking, then i would hang you on the strings you'd stay cutting all the words,making circles with your feet poison on top of fracture
stay in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil Genocide was committed on the Black people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
at blank walls 'Cause that's what counts And I don't know But I am trying to let you go But I can't cut too well These strings I have around my neck
blind It might not now but it could be later Wading through your ventilator I wading in and that's a fact The meat was cut the meat was packed You shredded me with icy strings
silence from within these walls spread the virus amongst you all embryos of apocalyptic minds - my kind nerves all twisted in a knot the little things
to you It's more heavenly than angels with wings More musical than voices and strings It makes you feel like dancing again Makes you want to sing Live life, live free You cut
Woke up today, the alarm clock ringin' Face to the wall, you were still sleepin' Rolled out of bed, turned on the light Brushed my hair with my eyes closed
is that your comment? No, this is it Check it out, it's the motherfucking C O U to the P now You're fucking with the real dudes Who will meet you with
some ? Snake bite, venomous peak game with the swiftness Crack vile smile, stuff my hand shakes, fuckin with grinches Higher cake look, it's easier with
i stand cold with my back broke by the bog Find your cross cut saw Come blunt and jagged and dry and try Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high
His ghost is living in the walls I heard him crying while you slept I heard him breaking things after you left I watched you crawl into my bed With
it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me And if these walls could talk, they probably cry Like the strings on the guitar And see you, you with that
You See Some Open The Door, Yes It's Me With The Meanest Penis You Ever Seen You On Your Period, With No Tampon You Kneel Down And Get With The Vibe
could I don?t wanna change you I just wish you understood That you are just a puppet In a poetess? play And it?s time to cut the strings now It?