on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things,
hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead
Big-dick Wallies have, never half-suede Connectin' with the hot style is done Light up a challis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long dick
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, 'cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split
, you got a mic? You better hide it, I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes, so they
Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick My
and whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off,
a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye
while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin' high representin for the nine-quint Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
shorty while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
Juggalos We underground like Blaze My dead homie, and yours? We dead, we dead? No wait a minute We don't die, we don't die, we dead Maybe I like bloody
was a priest cold blooded he's dead Hippocrate he was a bigot so I cut off his head Poored out the holey water bless the dead is what I said And heard
wake the dead and dead and move And then they woke up a lot of souls and hope to hell with the Nitty folk 'Cuz, 'cuz I be dreamin' I'm dead and gone
I found an old lady dead on the floor I said, "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?" She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet I ran
lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit I'm having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead
leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye