built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering.
Lies built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering
me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full
livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row,
to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over Just admit when it's at it's end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
Discography: Paid In Full, Follow The Leader, Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique. That's the end of the group. Went off to solo.
fresh nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either ill fuck the hoe with pussy that's mind blowing
Men, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close
, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f-ck the world, that?s adultery You full of sh-t, you close
out puffed out as them demons dance Playaz lookin' wild Stole our style Devils in me so Fly can get so violent But so silent when i'm on that blow Enhance
Baby/Mama stick it All for TV time Hotels and airplane tickets Embarrass our asses and degrade End of the day Ain?t that a bitch Geraldo?s getting paid FULL
game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long [Yung Joc:] You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow
He-man, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
kids could starve You thought I was livid now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm
