scared I'm not really scared I'm not really scared I'm not really scared I'm not really scared I'm not really scared I'm not really scared
make my grip you fuck around and get licked By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta
with Puffy Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is
from the forthcoming "a view from masada" [movie sample] *horses neighing* As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses
wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality I'm a Horseman nigga and
like a vagabond Creeping through forest Nobody notice I'm inside when you invite me You wanna slice me Well bring it on somebody try me Panic's on Freezing you up Scared as fuck
or breathes Calling all bitch ass niggas and bitch ass bitches I got a howitzer bigger than any 4/5 is Rapping is a raw business But as an individual I'm as different as
Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing* To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring Conquest to
Get in your ass if you want have to leave me eagle mack You want a see-through class Dont take much to read you class Bitch You broke as fuck and on the
comedy, niggas title me got rid of the small quantity, now Im killing its such an irony when you weigh the same height as me but afraid to say hi to
Frank, what's up man? I'm just watching some bullshit On the news. It's fucking bullshit Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot
I'm an orphan who comes from Providence I am a sign from God! For the parentally misguided (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not
Billy Decker Frank, what's up man? I'm just watching some bullshit On the news. It's fucking bullshit Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy. (
out there he be flyin through the air/ throwin passes like he really doesn't care/behind the back /and in between the legs he's handlin the rock /as gently as an
Puffy Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked
a ghostly apparition?" "No," says the ghost, "I look like this from malnutrition. Of course I'm a ghost, but sone, don't be scared, And I'll tell you
going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher Fuck a whole song I give a damn if it's a feature Lyrics lifting these spirits high as cannabis
