zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just
gonna lie cause your loving gets me high So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill Time is
greetings in the name of the most high, Jah Rhastafari, Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by
this. I?m a wreck and I know it, And I tend to show it every chance that I get. Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by. Yeah they?re making me
m not good at this I'm a wreck and I know and i tend to show it every chance that i get butterflies in the skies they just fly on by ya there making
no further without the Jack of Hearts. Well the next day was hangin' day, and the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife
't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife
by Wastin' time chasin' those cows that fly Churnin' out all of that butterfly sugarboost Track the blade as it sweeps downward and onward Take a pill it'll kill
butterflies, butterflies again Chasin those butterflies, butterflies again You givin me butterflies, butterflies again You givin me butterflies, butterflies again Something about your lovin caught me by surprise Oh yeah, you givin me butterflies
ass cuz you think you did something I aint fucked up bout no nigga Niggas coming by the dozen I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill they
Now here's a little story! My dad told! His greatest life secret! Unfolds In this world Where everything's been said What can I come up with every
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
beat yo ass cuz you think you did something I aint fucked up bout no nigga Niggas coming by the dozen I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my phone "Hey butterfly
extinguish us will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead He was killed by
killing me I'm grown but the little boy is still in me We discuss monogamy, polygamy, the I's the probability Your momma ain't feeling me, it stung like a killer
derangement, an engaging engagement Crystal prism, abstract expressionism I'm back, from vision, empressionist on a mission Battling psychopaths, slightly sick and twisted Social butterfly
