Trying to climb to that cure Not knowing that I?m impure Consuming all of me Soon I will be resting in peace From what I can?t see This won?t take
Whatever happened to the days? Those times from the past. Who we are or what we wanted to make of ourselves Is it sad for me to say that I still
Existence is not proven so He?s not feared He lies within your mind lies within you Tell lies that He was sacrificed for me For me Don?t cover me
style. But I know, Yes I know, That there are two places that I really want to go. Yes it could be here as well, This is certainly no hell, But there are, Two
sweet demise is my two wives One says love and turn a cheek One says kill them while they sleep Both a promise I might keep to my two wives The love
me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years
' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become
walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
ridin clappin with the .40 cal screamin fuck you When I pulled the five out I kinda expected for the backstabbers to be standin behind me with they knives
you want Stereotomy We can make it together Do anything you want with me Do anything you want Scarlet minds Possess me and I fee no shame Silent knives
do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's just over No knives
: You all know the Bible Is made of Testaments old and new You been told it's just those two parts Or only one if you're a Jew But what if I were to
Papoose) [Busta Rhymes: Talking] [Busta Rhymes:] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread Percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives
splashing on my face I only see red, rage exploding Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture Blood gushing from
aint got tits, huh Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced, Wouldn't dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants [Eminem] Anybody wit knives, we got knives
abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two
