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Dead Moon D O A

made you take the trip How could you go so quick Out through the open door I wish I'd loved you more D. o. a. Pure as the driven snow - innocence now

wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove

a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four

real (And I'm so thankful I made it through) Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three

you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three

a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest

feedin me cereal with a silver spoon My heir line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to L.A. is as long as a fan line I'm high as 08' gas

'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture

found my tombless dead For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass in a civilized boneyard