Your weakness But if you like to fight This is the last time This is the last time Dried up and away With discerning mental love affairs I?d rather
anymore, anymore. Your weakness But if you like to fight This is the last time This is the last time Dried up and away With discerning mental love affairs I?d
Well, I'm tryin', yes I'm tryin just to get a line on you Where you been? But I'm havin' trouble puttin' a find on you I'm wearin' thin Somebody else
The First Noel, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep On a cold winter
[sample from Apocalypse Now]: "Pile...little arms"
them they're wrong and I love you so And if it wasn't true, you'd be the first one to know You won't have to be told when our love grows cold I think you'd
ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied
like it I'ma be honest man, honest? I'm dead up, I'm serious, serious? I don't feel it man, the drums are too weak I don't feel the snares Coulda used a
a fuckin' weave And I can even grab a white girl And a black woman body in my world Beverly Hills flashy shit, you on some classy girl shit Drivin' a
Yeah, number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary, I got the block locked down Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay You
t afford a pack of hair like toni braxton It's a must Doctor dooom lost your trust The beauty parlor souped you up You start riding the bus Always in a fly ride You just a
move body bags to Cedar Sinai Eatin' co-workers food, I'm rude Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude Approach security with a delivery Never stating a
girl All night with a fucking bomb I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese Uncle Black got a new
rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em watching bet There's a
Verse two: Daisy dukes with stretch marks Her hair back in a bun Cookin pork and beans Some stale franks in the sun Kids ain't listenin Little danny's got a
thought I was crazy Catchin' a Greyhound bus down South Collectin' lightning bugs And bring a dead mouse in the house Holdin a fortune with a jar of
, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin' hype Programmed by the company, makin' somethin' cheap Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a
