drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six
with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums Security's the javelin, catch it; labor Clocked in at seven six
they methodists Specialists, I'm ya draft pick, catch ya flicks Heads get right off of this, it's that shit Killa Hill madness, we at it Fantastic like
think i'm tuned to an A. it should be called hawaiian feeling, but it probably can't be called that. um, ok, right. alright. I will wake up at six
the trunk Let's throw some hands up Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up? I thought so, niggaz better shut up I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me But
on five niggaz who all had nines on the corner of my block doin crime, now I'm walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately Lookin over my shoulder with a six
see me Again I'm killin ya on MTV Just get with it my friend(Damn another award) Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord) Da fantastic Boombastic Gettin
do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six
I will wake up at six a.m. again And I will find my way to the front door like a soldier crawling through the smoke and carnage Smoldering bodies at
money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy They hate my guts hate your guts why? I be gettin it big Gotta do it fantastic
girl with a body like a stripper Sliding down the pole makes me want to take a picture Like ahh shitt She got me like ahh shit Na na na na Thirty six
fishy flavors Everybody's gettin big Mom give me more potatoes Jump out and train at the gym with an El Ness brim In the Phantom with the original fantastic
jumpin' like yo' mamma ain't home I'm just a freak individual singin' my song Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' (six in the morn')
up the block who got more cock than AK's The bitch just moved in, in building 210 Right next door to the Fantastic Four, and the Penguin Good lookin
I.Am] I'm Alright, I'm Alright, I'm Alright, I'm Fantastic [x2] I'm Al... [Will.I.Am] Nine Years Of Lovin You, That's Now Flushed Down The Drain Six
Appearing everytime I tried to escape They were eating raw meat from silver plates And stomping their feet to the roaring V8 A demon sixshooter in a six
from Robert Howard to Lovecraft: "1839: Unaussprechlichen Kulten was published in Dusseldorf. Written by Friedrich von Junzt [read Necronomicon in Greek translation]. Von Junzt dies six