last chance, A love song, a bear dance. Raising tension on your rhythmic pounding, I knew you were scared! Didn't think that I would play dead. Next
ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot with an infrared to your head, left for dead Fuck the feds, flee the country
, and all because see we gonna pause In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya' Comin' dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
everythang, in my stable Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able But these hoes will get on your nerves Fuck all that kickin 'em to
real like me (like me) Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see (ay) Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed
what you did to the last man Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have
pea cut open like a canalope and candy bears Glad bags, yeah glad to be back, because last year was a tragidy that landed me smack dead in rehab Fucking
fifty it's funny We got a buzz spreading quicker than making paper-airplanes out of a twenty Fuck money I don't rap for dead presidents I'd rather see the president dead
't forget what I said I'm fuckin you up punk, you're dead! Don't think that I'm playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you're sayin fuck D-12 Only not
they look queer Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck
house with no furnace, unfurnished And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day But fuck it
of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful First
re gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri Fuck It, keep goin' no time to waste Wait, backup hit him one more time in case Okay .. fuck
head Switched sides Guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead
fuck the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops
tha last muthafucka breathin' Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin? Chorus [2pac] Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason To be the last
of fuckin' jackasses Man go do something nigga What the fuck man Damn nigga go to jail nigga Give yourself an excuse for bein' fuckin' broke nigga Come on man Fuck
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last
