to listen / to what you have to say / find another victim / and get away from me / what you say / what you do / i don?t care / i hate you / i don?t
innocent life Ruthlessly killing We're terrified [What terrible fun] Now that your falling With nowhere to run Back to the one That you fear is dead
make me relapse Attitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin' anyway And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH! What else I'm gon' say
so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left
point lead gon' be your last meal Say your prayers, say your graces Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places Huh, so what we lookin
you can beat me with any spatula that you want i mean i really want you bad ya cunt nick you had your fun i come to kick you in your sack of junk man
my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make em fear you 'fore you make em feel you So everybody buy my shit or
m dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt Needin work, and I
my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you
suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You
where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
you hear the sirens? Do you see them burst? Do you feel the fire? (Grunt) I can hear them crying I can see their fear I can see them dying (Grunt) Do you
what im tryna say is we might be nice today But you could mess around and find yu body in decay So never ever stray, before you go to bed you pray
to the right, feeling that sting of pride It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you All's fair in love and war until you say it isn't but you're wrong
why don't you wait, till you're sedated Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight? Yeah what I'm saying is do you, do you want to
cost bullets in ya tummy It’s all ral here, there ain’t no fear here You mess around here, you catch ya death here I mean it, you could front, but you
. What you get when you’re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding). Right on to milo on the dot. Verse 3: milo You want strength, what strength. What
stop actin like you slow I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I go hard! Y'all need to stop
