You?re a cheap killer, and I?m getting sick of it God's dead, and all bets have waived they?re rights All is fair in love and time, who will win the
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flicks, you're a cheap killer, and I'm getting sick of it. God's dead, and all bets have waived their rights, all is fair in love and time, who win the
What's ya name? Anderson, the family's here The one that you love, and hate and fear And whatchya do? Known to party every night and day Try to make
blunt rolled up and so i did the done got it cause im bouta make it happen and she had another friend so i'm bouta got it crackin smoke a blunt outside
ya livin' like that And ya pockets are fat? 'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin' hoes So tell me how does it feel when ya money ain't right And ya
we be perfectin' Scenes of light put through all projection Electricity, perfectivity Audio and visually, physically and mentally I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack And
the state and make us nervous even though some conform and join your service you're presidency's the biggest joke but where the laugh I always smell the gun smoke
to smoke them Swisher Sweets, but them bitches run faster Don't be jealous jockin' me because my wood some skank Someone puff action smoke one blunt and
The awkward girl with a broken heart Smashes her mirror until it fracture Leaning down she picks up a shard And ponders to question her actions A selfish
the outer lens of your eyesight [El-P] And once again In one verse we have proven That we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers (89.9) Peace to Stretch and
,and we makin' the cash It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass Sittin' back,and we makin' the cash It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass
he can control you mentally body--he can tell you what to do physically soul--only god control you spirutally so you bust guns smoke weed drink hennessy mirror mirror
choking Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian thieves Together plotting up schemes that we all believe Mad tricks up the sleave and We know when you're coming and
(talking) you think you know me but you dont really know me and one day you gonna wake up and figure dat out and when dat day come im thinkin you gon
, as you will see it is a mirror. To some it is the mirror of Dreams, where every passion, desire and action flit through the still Spaces behind its
meteors of iffy sniff, and cigarettes and pills on the speaker silouhetted by the muted television and the rickety venetians, between tweaks he sweeps at home depot and
