balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your
do? With a strange fate twist and fame Except talk shit and name off a list of gains But do you realize I'd find my lips in flames If I ever took pride
) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your
, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last.
your kiss so long But the problem is you're lips are long gone Baby can you forget about the stressing? Let?s think about the present, tired of your
reach the door Just try to relax yourself, and sit down on your hips You don't have to move too much, and try no to lick your lips If things seem to be
t find the key to the door in your building But are you still willing The responsibility becomes an afterthought When one remembers the things that they should've bought There
sense of the things I'm saying The crystal tears are sliding down again Your moonlit cheeks and soaking silken lips If this pain is so real There's
immense current stops The fate of you-I make it your face Your love, your hate, your blood, your fate, Your heart, your dreams Your mind...are mine... ...
to a spliff Light myself up Ignite the mic and felt up Your butter shit get melt up Your mic is falling on Needs to be helped up Snatch your rap belt
same antisocial by there is no sun Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling daily as the right wipe on my lips Indulge yourself with the
lying in the shadows This new flame will cast upon everything We carry from the past You were made of every love And each regret up until the day we met There are
hands raised, body tired And the sheets are across the floor You tell me that love don't last Drawin? circles with your fingernails across my back As your lips
Could You Be-Michelle Wright [Russ DeSalvo, Arnie Roman] There are lovers that you take And compromises that you make When you know you're better off
your body in flames scortchin' I like to see a part of your brain auctioned I like to see inside of your main organs I like to see inside of your veins
made regardless of how the outside surface has changed I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames
cannibal, an animal your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips where then where will we be when there's nothing left to heed you are not your
through Death Deliverance for you for sure There is nothing you can do Sound is ripping through your ears The deafening waiting for his whips Your