Rocksong is just for you And I'm singing my sad song for all like you, yes I do It's a real hard life you know it's the unfair game Feels like black
keep inside my sock All my guns are so much fun I love them like my cock My 3rd leg is my savior My 3rd leg's like a son My 3rd leg is my master
to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped
you The woman I adore. I can’t believe the way you’re bending Can’t believe this neverending moaning asking him for more Begging him for more How
have a gun at your head When you know that you'd be much better off dead Looking right down through the barrel of a gun Don't try to tell me that you
head away Daddy told him how to load And pull the trigger now Then left him on it's road again For more respect in town Don't tell no lies Like you
out of nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See you devils are all the same You’ll gun down a congregation in jesus’
yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh (Verse 2) Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking
all up for me (Hey) give it all up for me (Hey) give it all up for me (Hey) give it all up for me (Hey) give it all up for me (Hey) give it all
neglected Pretty-frozen underground from above the odor leering Pass the meat from which I stink of All those tethered whether-wise A blood stain all
y'all, don't get shot Rappin' fire, what you know about it I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel [Robin
section, gotta walk like, talk like Where they shot out all the street lights So you can't see what nobody be like And we like, to dress in all black
t try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try
Woopty Doo! You hit the club and made it rain Woopty Doo! You spend like 50 on the chain But every 365 bro, you get a little wiser And realize all that
yo' hood, I'm with that All my niggaz if you with me Yea, I see you, holla All my bitches, if you're with me Yea, I see you, holla Yea, my whole entire
or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught
itt comes to you do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you the tommy is like a live
ya (Got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You want beef I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what
