: Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears
Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears out
ll just be another one bit the dust Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts It
it's about Shout till I throw you out the house You throw me out the house, I throw you on the couch Punch you in the mouth, fist fight till we turn this
it going like crisco Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full by the crate full, and we greatful When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful (Last
shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves Flipmode be the unit now I’m playin’ for the braves I’m hardcore nigga that’s straight from the gutter I used
SWEAR I'll probably take my fist and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety
nobody, I'm just havin some fun Everlast last forever, that's why I'm number one So pass it on [ VERSE 2: Everlast ] With a forty in my fist breakin
my fist up to the sky Just keeping my dreams alive I'm one part saint and two part sinner, And the last part is still on the line I'll shake my fist
have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans
my wrist Iconic status and his name is Ludacris, Bitch please, you messin with some real O.G's, With million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas, Got
the dough and make a mess of things, Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it, Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in it
d leave you all All work and no play makes me a dull boy Feel like a clown without my funny nose Walk to the window break it out with my fist Jump from
going till the world stops turning while we burn it to the ground tonight ooooohhhhhhh We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling I got a fist
a fist drenched in blood My soul will fight again My heart is a fist drenched in blood My soul will rise again Take a look at these highways one last
has fallen around me, once again i am caught, familiar feelings emerge from the past, reality i can't seem to grasp. i thought i was safe from it all
catfish The Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat shit I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss
Speaking: And so it was written, and after all these things, I saw another angel come down from heaven Having great power and the eath was lighted
