so few and far between. another name gone. i heard it all before. boozed out in the city ona friday night drunk, and fucked, to me it will never be right
you out Mr. Microphone making All the damage felt Like a laser manifesto Make a mannequin melt There's people phonin' in Like it's unlimited minutes Going through the motions Just
could control life, [Sample is Jeremy Irons from the film "Damage".] but it's not like that. There are things you can't control." Let's stare the problem right
sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage
the sea Not for me I want you If I can't have you then I don't want anyone If I can't have you then all the damage has been done baby You can break these
beat the clocks Slumerican is out of control Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go But I'm a dump truck, just send another load Peter Piper dump a pile
line (Stay in line) Stay in line, stay in line (Stay in line, son) Stay in line, stay in line (That's right) (Stay in line, kid) Stay in line I'm not
the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just
a slug in his heart Mother fuck that stuff it was just a grudge on his part My boy was young and ambitious took his dreams and wishes Try to do right
sound like phone sex Kinky when I talk switch the slang Partner tell that nigga from New York Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage
But he's grown nuts like cashew, he must be introduced To your best friend, your best man and new right shoe Brutes execute like John Wilkes Boothe Controlled
m just riding along, see where it takes me Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged Still I gotta
tech niner got that ground control All up in your bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [sole'] Na na na na na You can not fuck
His manger Won't you shout Hallelujah! Here comes your music savior? From your heart to your mind, your spirits to your souls We come to take control
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar But they'd better not touch
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