We got a message for every one Stand your ground or be over run Desperate times calls for desperate measures And by all means necessary it would be my
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state When we touchdown Go right from the plane to the range When we touchdown On the private plane, gettin' brain
will see it puts me in such distress If I resist you hiss and just lift up your scaly dress And I cried Paralyzed by those brain washing eyes Hypnotized
as you have paid All the silver, all the gold, all the sweethearts that you can hold That don't come back with stories untold, are hanging on a tree
sat there drinking until it got dark. And outside the trees they grew starlings like apples, Their hustle and chatter not dampened by the rain. That washed
, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain
my slang tang You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain Metaphors are mountains, countless bouncin' A multitude in viewed, clubs and houses We rain like fountains to wash
Gently tender falls the rain Washing clean the slate again But leave me please, behind my brain This light doesn't shadow on her Shadows dancing through
I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain See it's
you see them burst? Do you feel the fire? All the world's a radioactive grave! (Grunt) I can hear them crying I can see the fear I can feel them dying Washed
'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call Cause I always stand tall like my brain
happen again. And oh, those dirty hands, come wash away my stink. Come thank me for the offer. You owe that much at least. And oh, those filthy thoughts that rattle in my brain
what's on my mind and my mind I believe I can do anything, don't accept defeat I'm just tryin' to get by while smokin' on some trees It's a beautiful
of g's smoking QP's Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees man I get crunked do what with my thang swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain dumb diddy dum did
t wash away the red points On the sheets of the hotels And the cheap rooms Of the cheap whores Under palm trees Under palm trees My brain is running
in the zoo they look so tame In the name of science they removed their brains To think that man evolved from this beast Civilised savages down from the trees
It looks like tears have dropped on Messiah And all the flood can fit into your screen It must be the soil I was using To stop ghosts from feeding my brain
