The best artwork is when your hand are stained with blood; Veins and arteries entangle Which one leads to death? Or should I rip at them all? Tip toe
Stay tonight, don't leave me to sleep alone. And wake me up, make me beautiful. As you once thought I was, make me beautiful. Sitting on the bed side
and I?m the only one who steals your eyes?. Fighting for love on the catwalk and I?m her latest outfit. She said, ?Please kill me with your words? I
Break me gently, kill me softly shot gun. I?m cool like water that breaks against the shore. You did this for him, you left him wanting more. The waves
Paint me a gun my love. Pull the trigger on me, baby. Blow me away. Why didn?t you take your photographs with you? Look at everyone else you?re killing
She's fading away She's turning away This perfect night I wish it could never end We lie under a plain sheet, And romance it glares at us Until our
Set your cameras (It doesn't...) To black and white (Feel like...) 'Cause I'd give (Paradise...) My everything (Anymore...) To have You back tonight
fighting Don't let her words bring you down Just to make love under clearer skies I can feel you when you crawl, I can feel you when you kill, I can
Will you load my revolver, baby? Here I lay, fading away, Before your blue eyes Kiss me until I wake
. Please surrender. My knives are blunt. She woke to the bluest of the blue and left red like your torn up diary. There are vacancies on death row. She walks from her
hood I bet they never thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God my bitch Bad Boy And that's word to my nigga Bab boy I saw Puff I
don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother
should I try, Lester Drop kicked the bitch before her second trimester Performed a home-abortion with Dexter then I guess I'll dig a fetus out with a wire hanger then digest her
relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision is blurring, waa hooo I can't see shit My words
words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin
about to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill
about that cola when I was in a stroller But came ahold of choppin them boulders gettin older Wantin a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin quotas Shorty bipolar, load her
they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words
