reality If life is measured in seasons My autumn has arrived before my spring I'm becoming trapped in a tomb of my own making Dumb as death's head Everything
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grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm bout as normal as
presidents head Damn it's like a mother fucking plague, it spreads It's epidemic Forgotten, forgotten, it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's
thugs that wanna be CEO's to be derobed 'Fore I wear your little dumb ass out like Easter clothes! [Busta Rhymes] Yo, yo-yo yo-yo It's like a freak show, soon as
's bring back my man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the dumbest motherfucker alive
't even speak Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil That's word to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from
remix so let's bring back my man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the dumbest motherfucker
in his motherfuckin' head If he got any money, take it If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head Dumb bitch, that's
Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It 24 U Sit On 24s And We Sip On 24s Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci
face as he stared at his potna With his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa Broke his ass off something propa; he's in the morgue With his
dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm 'bout as normal as
's no coke, what? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke? What the fuck do you mean? There's no coke? I've been in every fuckin' room There's gotta
head Dead But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the
your nights, you see Narc's jet I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets And when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again Y'all
Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as
goatee And I'm 2 point 8 and about to blow 3 Now that's the way (Uh huh, uh huh) We like it (Uh huh, uh huh) That's the way (Uh huh, uh huh) We like
get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's, tell a friend
