All my senses rebel Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze It took a lifetime to get here A journey I'll never make again For those who have accepted
All my senses rebel Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze. It took a lifetime to get here, A journey I'll never make again. For those who have
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: All my senses rebel Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze. It took a lifetime to get here, A journey I'll never make again. For those who have
I ride by Shawty whati??s up I'm the shit Yeah you can do it But not like me Westside Up in this bitch A T L A N T A I can do this all day [Verse 1 -
real muscle in the message of that My name trouble I'm a blessing to rap And you can check my stats ?cause worldwide they attesting to that So nigga, listen you can
stole shit Knocked off the pack, flossed an' no chips You know the business Empty rap kill your co-defendant Keep it male an' catch a body in trial If you want a nigga dead
head your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab, you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance, I call it the
, a last chance to turn dusk to dawn The vultures they cried out their welcome to greet my arrival The shadows they danced for my death at the nightmare's trial
lasts all night You like drugs you like brew You won't believe what I can do to you Dead end kids in the danger zone All of you are drunk or stoned Dead
t herself tonight [Dance Captain] But tonight's your sister act. [Velma Kelly] Don't sweat it. I'll can do it alone. Shit! All right! [Dance Captain
lines I was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. And lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! Ow mate, can
I got em Desperado, can't help it, I just can't let it ride Wanted dead or alive Desperado, gunsmoke makes me strive Bogus way of life Who can help
on my way from Salem I lit a fire The magical brimstone sparks ashes from the hazel wood Dancing with the banshee, fire rose up to the sky The dead
close she can taste it. She got a chip on her shoulder! Guess you never can tell With little Miss Woods comma Elle! No, you never can tell! With little
be dead. The journey before you may be long and filled with woe. But you must escape the gay man's ass, or your tale can't be told. Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks
