, beggin me to spank it Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh Aight everybody.. c'mon we out
lied again Now you get to watch her leave Out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn??? That'
I sit on top of you squeezin Til I snap ya neck like a popsicle stick Aint no possible reason I could think of to let you walk up out this house And
this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to the steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket
what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw
You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live
, how? Take my fuckin eyeballs out, and turn em around? Look - I'll burn your fuckin house down, circle around and hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burning furniture out
my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass bad boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} [Verse 1: Outlawz] Get out the way yo Get out the way yo
can keep the necklace that I gave to you I'll keep the shitty tattoos I can see it from the other side The grass isn't always as green The house is burnt
Burn my cit's on fire burn modern day tragedy crim on the rise police brutality my reality's B-A-D cuz the F-A-C-T of the matter's getting sadder check
me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out
I will not run out of ammo, no more bowing my head If every day is another slug, I will pull them out of my... I will not run out of ammo, no more bowing
gong to start from the inside out, and take down every fiber of your being. You've become a spectacle. It's going to start from the inside out, and take
's no more time to waste! Burn the evidence... of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence... of all these things, That pull my spirit down Burn
She is leaving my room She is crying on her side Walking on eggshells Walking on glass Burnt by the mirror Burnt by the light Feeling rejection I'll burn down your house
years to burn me (burn me) If you want beef call my attorney All that other wack shit don’t concern me I’m being felt I got a title under my belt I’m out
on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother And after that probably go to her house and
flask black max, in the trunk you pump Never take what I earn Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm Hoppin out