Letras:
Mark And Sam

like I'm flying Oh my heart it is an open sword It never seemed to dry And a thousand words Just got me bloody fingers And I wish that I could cry And

to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take

Fighting internal revenue Ima get mine, You can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services, And i dont give a damn Slap bush with ma stash All these taxes and

now I'm taking a stab at the 6-6-6(sick sick sick) I know what evil is and evil could suck my dick like sam hain and god ain't no joke ya better watch

alright, it's alright, gonna look like I'm flyin' Oh my heart, it is an open sword It never seemed to dry And a thousand words just got me bloody fingers And

hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the

fight peach Take the P off the peach because now you want each and every rhyme to teach and reach You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak

ARTCC Air Route Traffic Control Center I freeze MC's at maximum degrees [Unverified] from the street When I ripped apartments and the Corman suites Two and

world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down and some fearless