free lawless im stuck in hell better yet this place called earth when humans degrade humans over materlistic work where three dollar cotton turns into a three hundred dollar shirt but barbie get that matching three
changes Blue Pacific called, I had to go There was holly on the ivy in the apparition mountains The warmest bed I found was ten below Courted lady Greensleeves
should have seen what the old men knew They should have shut us down When the hail fell to the ground From a cloudy sky of baby blue Three o'clock on
be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes
thru and pointed out a gun Said, "Give us all your money and three Big Macs to go" I stuffed them all in a bag and I ducked down below Well, the boss
, chewbacca I'm Balenciaga, Chanel, Hermes but I betchu that you won't find it Rocking Louie and MC'ing Guess I'm closed (clothes) minded Obama suite, you one below
rap shit Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
it when I red line a buck three, oh Hoes wit' it but never gave a fuck before I'm frontin' a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes
it won't be long 'til she's convinced that I'm her man The one that's gon' take her away [Nelly] Yo, yo, yo Hey yo it's three in the mornin and the party
dick So beautiful fine young thang, to get that cock was just like a dream But now three days later ask Kool Moe You feel the burnin? sensation down below
nigga, PeeWee Y'all know he ain't from Oakland He from Richmond, California, y'all Them Richmond niggars are crazy as shit man Just like them Belowe
but crumbs inside my hand So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?" A three-strike victim,
s missing from my life Oh, where'd you come from You faded sign? Spinning through the centuries Expanding all the time Three worlds at once that blend together Three
who ya gonna trust (trust) Daddy, daddy drinking that Vodka and Rum (rum) Guzzling down that One Fifty One (One!) Churchless people are running too (Two!) Preparing themselves for the second coming (Three
I came to get a buzz and crunk understand yo It's crowded in back, he's jumpin', **** it's slow I'm cooler than cool 'cause my temperature is thirty below
-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
this angel is about to sin I get excited Just thinkin' what you might be like I get excited There's heaven in your eyes tonight The fire's ignited down below
metal shaped into a magical weapons Weapons! magical weapons! Weapons! Through the five ages of Stars Through the three ages of Sun Another world so far below