Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master plan And I'm bringing this paper faster than These other lil' bastards can So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches
an eye on the seeds I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read Love life to the death
born For ever face I see I feel such raging scorn When you took my life away It gave you a new vision I planted a seed It gave you a mission From beside
our loved ones Until everyone is dead and all that is left is no one And we shot, cursed, and killed our brothers and our loved ones Until everyone is dead and all that is left
clean again Can you give me back my innocence I am the seed that you planted in stone Left for dead now heaven's calling me home Would you be there for
tell what the swell is, like Picture your imagery embellished with the hellish aspects of the swans for lone facets Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left
re true psycho skitso then you're knowin what I mean As we marchin in concession down the long and windy path Skeleton hand for a compass, dead skin for
be welcomed through that mother fucker for certain [Monoxide Child:] My eyes are closed hypnotized by professionals Searchin' for mental confessionals Twist and curled inside lookin' for
The future was consumed And where destinies collide Can anything survive I stand inside the ruins Beneath the dust of janus The seeds of war were planted
new side of me is born For ever face I see I feel such raging scorn When you took my life away It gave you a new vision I planted a seed It gave you
M.J. but she ain't healing the world I needed her, so bad that I fiened for her I would've had seeds with her, I even left my Queen for her Propaganda
poundin' The pavement for mental enslavement I'm cravin', a misbehavin' savior America the grave for gun wavers The wave runners, what the blood seed
sit in front of our eyes, but we do not see We turn our backs to where the solutions lie Destroy all that gives us life Left it for dead, we will soon
't worry about my name Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang [Unverified] A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds Left the
name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan To burn the Jews tents as they slept When I got there, their tents were all bare And the Macabee's army had left
... 24 hours to live... Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains of sand drop from the hourglass It's how much time I got left on this planet
the cheddar, nobody do it better Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women, and the weed -- sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft Dead
the pavement for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again