Devoid of faith, we have been forced to walk the path that no one takes. Been raped and left to take the pain.A life amongst the flames. For what?For
novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH! Talk the trash,
uh huh Took a pass on the pass I'd be leaving right now Nwsflash, I'm causing a commotion Jump back, I'm poetry in motion, Think fast, talk trash Well I ain't talking
: [Alice Cooper/Al Pitrelli/Bob Pfeifer/Steve West] Baby, don't you shed a tear for me I wouldn't want to waste your time You talked a lot of trash
sell all their Trash to each other but they're sick of it all And they're bankrupt on selling And all of the angels They'd sell off yer soul for a set
cellular phone See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job Call him trash, he supplies for the
to my every day: a fuckin bloody mess If you think you know, you don't "to Jesus with love" A cracker ass rapper is talkin his revenge Josh Says hes coming back again (I talk
You talked a lot of trash and you lied to me But Babe, you never even tried Ohh oh oh oh You can hold my heart for ransom But you'll never own my soul
time You talked a lot of trash and ya lied to me But babe, you never even tried Oh, oh, oh You can hold my heart for ransom But you'll never own my soul
type talk Hailstorm across the face Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand Covered in coal with no hands Swallow your soul
sell all their Trash to each other but they're sick of it all And they're bankrupt on selling Well, all of the angels They'd sell off your soul for a
talk of the future like it's already the past They talk of the future like today will never last Talk of the future while their diggin' through your trash
Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' Well
hear him talk The coldest story ever told (I'm going all the way in on this one right here boy) Somewhere far along this road (Yeah, Gutta) He lost his soul
nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
Took a pass on the pass I'd be leaving right now Newsflash, I'm causing a commotion Jump back, I'm poetry in motion, think fast, talk trash Well I ain't talking
forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, ahh Talk the trash
