[Instrumental]
: If you see Kay, you got to revel No angel wings more like the devil She was so hot, so cool and nasty Believe it or not here's what she asked me... '
the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies
cut up a body It's nasty and wretched, and hella bloody But it's gotta get done, and somebody's gotta do it I kick the fuckin' face in, and put my knife
hell, ?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us (cause we always went there) songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (thats nasty
the thunder see the lightning I know this anger?s heaven-sent So I?ve got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell-bent hey
feel the thunder see the lightning I know this anger?s heaven-sent So I?ve got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell-bent hey
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of
the baddest Look at her ass standing out it's outstanding And she nasty to say she married him Mother ain't Marge but she sucking like Maggie And I'm
: All men know what waits for us Wooden box, worm and dust Maybe heaven, pearly gates Hasty prayer, when it's too late Burn in hell, all is lost, Purgatory
could make you the son yo mama never hear from Let that tough talk walk and watch how you fear run Yah, and fuck the world is my assignment And I promise
... And suicide is for me ! Hell's undercrofts call for me... I'll be reborn from hell !!! Cracking my mind and piercing my body with Nasty pleasures and
feel the thunder, see the lightning I know this anger's heaven sent So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent
window..uggggh, damn right i'm nasty, how i come thru in that white eyed Aston. the leather guts and might i add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah. and
shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project nigga, that's tryin' to see heaven I done ran through hell
So many youngsters die over punk shit Small talk, a lotta dumb shit And only God knows when you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell
on my life The sunrise from my naked body heart and soul Glistens all the way to hell Mercy is... Waiting for some bridges to the night Heaven is strong
