through life with a social disease gone sour. could make you feel like you're fuling a world with now power. over yourself. i'll write myself this letter
I kick open the doors and windows To let the world hear sure There's so much anger and pain But come see, there's still some gentle people fucking to strawberry letter
collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head
ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your
the whistle Of the evenin' train You know you Bound to wind up dead If you don't head back To Tennessee Jed Rich man step on My poor head When you
There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
feel better (repeat 2X) I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick
So we, dipped hopped burned one trip by get low like Corribean Limbo Dimbo Out like a light baby girl get right, head so slow my head don't drip white
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my
still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em yeeeeeuh Verse 1 aint nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number and letters
got pick a bic to stick To kick some shit, chicks I dick with the One Give up the fun with the gun, my son I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done It
have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Shorty No Mas] Can I kicks it? I kicks it for the others so I kick it for you I gotta
whos back romey rome, richy rich, and yes i got my own line of clothes and kicks flow to sick to hard to fix probebly gonna need some medical attention for it. So head
those days Invite me over and you kick me out Hate to find out what love is about Hate hoping/but love won't fail Send love lettes/and you get hate
is time? Time is when a man is trying to make time with your woman But you're doing time behind bars and your time is standing still Yo, Frost, kick
come here we kitty come come Come on everybody let's all get down What we have is a brand new sound So nobody out there be misled We make up all these rhymes inside our head
' And makes a sista' pay cash Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me It's the M I crooked letter, crooked letter, I Crooked letter crooked letter
my head is pounding I can't stop the pounding I think it is going to explode and kill everybody who's in close proximity to the place I call my home and
