Why don't you condone it? Why don't you set me free? I don't think you own it 'Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie
Why don't you condone it Why don't you set me free I don't think you own it Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie and
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Why don't you condone it Why don't you set me free I don't think you own it Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie
: Why don't you condone it Why don't you set me free I don't think you own it Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie
than a ray of li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight ["Push" by Matchbox 20] I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will I wanna push you down, well I will,
name Ali, I wanna stick it to ya Now as I sit therre and check ya Ya lookin' kind of tight but you act too fly to me Push this thing in ya mouth and
, blow your horns Then smash sumthin', crash sumthin' If you want that shit (That shit) That smoke and fuck a bitch shit Motherfuckers, blow your horns Then smash
Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed but
thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see 'cause I know what it's about Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth
like Vaseline if I was a crook in rap, I'm past the cream Brand more lean, if you niggas complain of sore throats Shove the gun in they mouth, throat
on a spring Big Violent J with the axe out (Shing!) Trouble we bring, a juggalo thing Wicked clown with the boom bow bang IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Smash
? IN MY FUCKIN BED! Dont call me no more. You fuckin whore! Get down on the floor. SHUT THAT GOD DAMN DOOR! I'm ready to smash! You ready to blast! Get
grade i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made but those seven rhymes we stole note the way your toning i gave the class a blast the way i smash
where always looks for a fight And Martin never wanted a fuss Ol' Big Mouth Brown thought he's push us around Being three year older than us So I smash
Your eyes push shards of glass to mince my defenses I never thought I'd feel this way - memories haunting every breath it frightens me to know I can
armour When it comes to creepin' niggas know that I'm the father Need guns get your own gats and never charter Like a fucked up barber I push your wig
