: I refuse to be like you, so weak and not true, to your promise and commitment Need support from everyone to make your choices. To keep holding on because
I refuse to be like you, so weak and not true, to your promise and commitment Need support from everyone to make your choices. To keep holding on because
's hard to hold back when it's this good You said she wouldn't I knew the bitch would 'Cause I'm a veteran, twist them in the game so fast With this
ice cream cone Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue American girl, I salute you From Massachusetts to Albuquerque Back to the Mid West, as sweet as the
ear 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough When its obvious they ain't rough enuff Check it, the last verse is just as bad as
Well, the booze in my blood Runs fast and loud And my brain shouts down to my mouth Say whatever I think Say it at him And when the dam bursts open And
bent smoked out on a park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as
tellers home in the forest Hard core, building a cardboard fortress Forward fast and backwards blindfolded Trying to find gold buried in flood planes Covered in blood
silly? (wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy) Second Verse [Baby Beech]: I suck the blood like mosquito, facin' Judge Ito, Joint in my mouth, lookin' big as
the silent movies play Buster Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood
grill-age Take me to the basement lets remove the costume you escaped in hold up your legacies,I'll tell you which ones my favorite hold up your elacerative
fact That you've been gettin' used like a trick You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick See you were fed thick pieces of swine as
bent smoked out on a park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as
straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk
beams! (YEAH!) My PO can't rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees) Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [? ] knees I light the room bright as lamps, nigga
cos my lifes moving at a fast rate picking up pace heading towards the right place i dont wanna leave you behind but i could feel my heart change cos as
ear,coz ive had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when its obvious they aint rough enuff. Check It.... The last verse is just as bad as
I purchase the beat; I resumed PsyOps on the enemy Mix the blood so it don't coagulate The sex magic won't work if the bitch masturbates Nobody can hold
