puttin' the hurt on you Got the strength to lift you up And get your feet back on that ground Only you gotta save yourself Cause they're lookin' to shoot you down In flames
on my face, can you dig it mane Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin plenty pain [what a damn shame] Brought da flame
into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
move quicker I picture that We dirty like floor mats Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly Hook (akinyele) I go down south to bust a nut On a down
friend wouldn't leave me solemnly, So I ate his liver with some Fava Beans, Fuck Chianti, the blood of a female virgin quenches me when I'm thirsty, Quid pro
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition 'Cause my position is to shut you down
irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin If you John Blaze, or you James Flames or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane) No pain
conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro
me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro
my face, can you dig it mane Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin' plenty pain (What a damn shame) Brought da flame
knees into the floor And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black
knees into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
seven and I merk a cipher crew, live from the avenue, disperse the life, get it right, man a burst 2nite, we spit flame man a merging right, we drip pain
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition Cause my position is to shut you down
frames on my face, can you dig it mane Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin plenty pain [what a damn shame] Brought da flame
'll know that the 3rd'll disturb the verb with the noun shift the sound, so GET UP AND GET DOWN, Serch'll never stand still Try to flam I'll be like Claude
