Hes sick hes pulling the skin right from his bones and in the seperation she will unfold shell unfold in this seperation leave the seems you were nothing
Tommy Boy Backed by The Unit, produced by The King Perfection pressed with the style that we bring For the hip-hop patients, this is a King and Queen creation
god creation Enter Annihilation We are rendered obsolete Just a relic at their feet Not cold enough - too human The doomsday machine Created by man
You're gonna forget your mind! Lock down! Stay undefined! Take your time! Swallow the gun! Take a shot! Let it rot in your stomach! Constantly stumbling
I'm very sure This never happened to me before I met you and now I'm sure This never happened before Now I see This is the way it's supposed to be I
I've been waitin' on the other side For your friends to leave So I don't have to hide I prefer they didn't know So I've been waitin' on the other side
Comin' from the playground Take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers
Iesha, Iesha so glad to meetcha See you in the schoolyard strollin' wit' your techa The lil' skirt you played was really fly She turned around and she
is tommy boy Backed by the unit, produced by the king Perfection pressed with the style that we bring For the hip-hop patients, this is a king and queen creation
To the ocean we march, We walk the darkest shore, In our thousands, Beckoned by the call to arms. This place is armageddon. The ground trembles, the
BOB Bob goes to church every Sunday every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin' Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher cos' Bob never bothered
on them that night in Vegas Their luck was good as gone They'll be after me by the time the buffet closes Making sure Sin City still shines brighter than creation
It was a straight shot, All it took was luck to not get caught I laid 3 dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents In the back seat, her and a friend,
You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With
I just met Huston He was looking for your door He said he'd like to buy a horse I saw he had a map of the county in his hand and your house was circled
Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate
