it (chorus) if somehow i waste all our time and if by some chance these stars wont align, if these walls never cease to close in dont let me turn cold
doubt it (chorus) if somehow i waste all our time and if by some chance these stars wont align, if these walls never cease to close in dont let me turn cold
't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand
me off of Kim Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall I might as well be
Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
dog You're on fire That's how ya know your on a roll 'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold Your on fire Man, I'm so fuckin
the basement I'm a one man army, marine and navy you done made me angry I'm crazy, insane, and maybe I bite the face off your baby for anyone who try
the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you
off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
's trouble And get back up on my grind on the double He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem And I can turn your nightmares back
t you be panickin Whose dick on your clit stiff as a manequin Bawl you up, fold you up, cut the pillow under your gut Fuck, cause when we fuck best believe
I come off, bars that make 'em run off Rippin' up his back but the strap'll tear your front off Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump
illusion and whose hands were quick But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick Hey yo, who be the first to set it off and just begun? Turn up the
panickin Whose dick on your clit stiff as a manequin Bawl you up, fold you up, cut the pillow under your gut Fuck, cause when we fuck best believe were
scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline And open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in [Unverified] fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed
bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off Give your sound man a C-note to cut your mic off
into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time it's your son gets shot Deal with
ass booger hanging out of your nose Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but one of your foes And spittin the wicked
