it's real. For us a show... I Like It! Hey, hey, hey I Like It! He's kinda kinky in a way I Like It! Hey, hey, hey I Like It! He's kinda kinky in a
past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit
sunset strip Like an acid trip I'll flash it back on ya Run it up on ya I was born in Hempstead live Raised in California Mr. Entreprenuer I rock
Falls I'm Like Niagra But I Got Right Back Up Like Viagra I Am Agricluture Swagger So Mean It Might Insult Ya (Ha) I'm Like An Ultra Vulture I Fuck Around
nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you satan I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I
optimism and honestly I can't see it I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it Let that water cleanse yo' mind Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine It
And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis Lord help us he's back in his pink Alf shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit I think he?s about
God it was cold but I took the safest route I was high, heridity, all the lights poked fun at me Acid makes you feel like you're in a movie American
them pills, snort that P [Juicy J] Now I'ma go and do it like them white folk do Get it from the dope man I.O.U Called tootin snow but its driftin
ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags
I strangle, otherwise treat her like angel. Madchild love it when a plan come together, Teflon vest on my chest like whatever. Words fit together like
it's stereo I won't be surrounded Astounded and amazed praise like two common I have nothing in common with the layman and the plane I shake magic like
turmoil when I'm poppin' clips Kill the devil, I'm the rebel lost in the streets My only fears is when I sleep, I'll be tossin' deep Or if the woman in
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons
tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down There's a place where I live called the Canyon Where daddy taught me to swim And that water it's so pure and I
I was sellin' And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense, if I didn't shoot
I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried, Lord I tried, to make the best of what I got I keep on takin' pot shots from the critics and the media
i'll die one day but reappear like the lord on easter sunday yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy i don't play dead, i
