Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted
universe, punk You need to...yo, we gotta settle this by battling What's the deal? What's up? The site of this imitation has me squeamish Soon I'll excavate lunch
(feat. Donald-D, Hen-Gee) [Ice-T] Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass In any form, or matter, or mass (This ain't science class) I know but it's
a lunch and haul ass Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick I make her drip all her liquids
Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum [Chorus 2X] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals
the wall and it'll soon be coming in disposable tin cans my soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio wall street liquid lunches showing us the
battle Yes Match of the Day's The only way You can spend your Saturday Don't forget, the trainers with their sponges Managers with open cheques, liquid business lunches
hands up," better keep 'em up 'Cause niggas is creepin' up with heaters up And nigga, you soft, I'll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse Wash it down
re tryin to get the meal"] [Verse 3: Choclair] Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by
to stroke you and soak you but not just between your thighs Your hips plus the way roll grips gets me swervin' Job site visit exquisite lunch time excursions
think about the last time You took a little time to count each blessing one by one For breath in your lungs and Son risen For making your lunch in your
The living room is humongus School lunch on the floor Baby vomit atomic, Raviolis With an old bowl of guacamole, Cap'n Crunch No milk, Chase it with some fruit punch Dishwashing liquid
(feat. Donald-D, Hen-Gee) [Ice-T] Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass In any form, or matter, or mass (This ain't science class) I know but it'
I see is a bunch of weirdos. You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'bout my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin
tryin to get the meal"] [Verse 3: Choclair] Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week