and kinda sad how I turned my back on my old friends... "But what do they do for me?" I dared to ask! I'm thinkin' my appetite for self-destruction takes a hold
I could hold you.. Just wanna squeeze the life outta you.. I remember in '96 when we met, you got the best of me I had an appetite for destruction,
got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid Y'all waitin for the single to drop Look down on the charts
duckin emcee With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky
for Everyone knows that your not a gangster And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down [Verse 3:] I got brother's fecious, blood on my sneakers
deep like marines Holdin' down the fort, nothin' moves but the money Appetite becomes destructive when I get hungry Best to front g, you ain't got nothin' for
was low-key Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth My appetite for destruction is to hustle All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle Mr. Tough Guy on
read him his rights, it's only right I never, never, never in my long-legged life Ever bite like shark niggas, got an appetite for destruction, lusting for
hook of the candy man Look, now you caught up in the suction Rap Tight and my appetite destruction [Lethaface] Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on
low-key Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth My appetite for destruction is to hustle All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle Mr. Tough Guy on