: Piston Slut Blister Shift Blunt Twister Feather Fuck Quitter Pissed Crank Sister I need a crutch That holds me up It keeps me stable So I won't kill
: On the floor Face down Wide awake You can't stop staring at me With your blood dripping From my chin and lips What your going to drink Is what you'
: Drop out Black, tarry substance makes my head feel this way Brown, pungent odor everything will be okay Sell me a pound to get me through another day
: Cut - why? Ass fucked Out your throat Opened up my wrists And cut your tongue You smothered fast To deaden the scream Your neck cracked Fuck Suckers
: No Please help me Jesus doesn't save anybody ...and I'll hate you just the same.
: Black and blue thighs Wings Sink Greed Wings Roll them back Eyes are shut Pants are down I'm awake Not asleep Growing up Warm and snug But I dream
: Bathed in the bloody limbs - don't cry You've been burned by the fire - don't cry Sick bastards - don't cry Black Burning fire Stripped of all your
: On a killing spree With my bare hands Run around this place I'm a madman Here I am again Looking for you Guns in hands Waiting for you I've been here
won't believe Where I've been Underneath You fucking Lactating On your face Decapitated Bodies stacked - rise Black death rising Black death rising - ruling A smear of blood From your box A drop
: Clear the crease Black altar Clear the crease The goat lord Clear the crease Dark saviour Clear the crease They worship Hat trick Cross check Marty
Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there? ( Hova, Hova) Are y'all out there? C'
(Bridge) I can show you what my paper like Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T
, these ho's ain't mine Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves Wear out tracks, let me do my thing I got 16
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
gotta take it Oh, pop champagne Ohh, pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here, hottest in America Gimme 16
no money goin out, but I got it comin in And nah, I ain't a G but every day that's what I spend I get paid to drop a verse, for 16 I need ten End.. all
when we in the spot Yeah you know we clown Peace up, A-town down [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] When we began the whole world started hatin' on us Now every time we drop
