Who the fuck do you think you are? and why the fuck would i care? i don't know you, and i don't want to. you aren't my fucking peers. you drew the
Open up your eyes, look at your lives. cut up on a bible and divided into lines. snorted one by one at a fucking time by rich politicians with no
Your rhetorical vomit is a dying language that drowns out the voice of the manipulated, downplays the suffering of buried nameless, and keeps us confined
Thank god for this sort of humiliation for always letting me know my place: knee deep in problems i create. knee deep in feelings i can't make subside
Congratulations motherfucker. you've won this year's award for "biggest sack of shit i've ever shared oxygen with" you're too fucking dumb to be ignored
Now we officially deserve everything we've got coming our way. WE'RE COMPLETELY FUCKED! the people have spoken. the asshole is chosen. we can't
You're gonna die alone in no ones arms but your fucking own. i hope i'm there to laugh at you. is your precious ego still bruised? that's right,
'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Break: Carl Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought
, Bone Thug Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home
The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the harvest My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry
Under the rubble, here we going rumbling When we gonna catch a break, a friend lost his mother and then Colleen lost her uncle's again, buried with no caskets
When the siren's flash is gone And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could
I pray that God will give me courage To carry on til we meet again It's hard to know she's gone forever They're carrying her home on the evening train
trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right Same hits over the celly, sit back and write They only found half of ya so your casket lite Now your body real easy to carry
Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain, suckers remain six feet deep It was good while it lasted Broken bones and [Incomprehensible], tombstones and caskets
' fuckin' Adam's Apple juice. So come check the magic show by Deshawn, and witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin' your home to a casket
Alot of tension within, afraid to unlatch it I might get carried away and bury the hatchet A basket case, get carried away in the casket [prevail] Man
