: Your words are shit, i can see right through you writing songs to please, while kids fall to their knees and worship what you do songs about nothing
: We are destroying everything We are leaving nothing unscarred We kill. We take. We rape. We bleed. We are destroying everything We are asshole
: So much more than just a shell but you cant fucking see you love whats fucking cool more than the air that you breathe you could change the hair
: How could i have known it would come down to this? Turning backs and giving up because of the risk Cheapening a way of life, that i choose to live
So much more than just a shell but you cant fucking see you love whats fucking cool more than the air that you breathe you could change the hair
We are destroying everything We are leaving nothing unscarred We kill. We take. We rape. We bleed. We are destroying everything We are asshole
Your words are shit, i can see right through you writing songs to please, while kids fall to their knees and worship what you do songs about nothing
How could i have known it would come down to this? Turning backs and giving up because of the risk Cheapening a way of life, that i choose to live
devil My new name is... Rain Man [Verse 3] You find me offensive I find you offensive... Shit this is the same verse, I just did this When am I gonna
Nine, four, eight, one B-Day Verse 1 mission one Imma put this on When he see me in the dress I’ma get me some (hey) mission two Gotta make that
rhymes, dinco d & charlie brown Dinco, dinco, go dinco Go charlie, charlie go Charlie. go busta, busta Go busta. you know we got style Verse 1: When
Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it over and over again From song to song, yeah, so remarkable Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable [Verse
is Howard Cossell First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous Busta Rhymes Verse Four: Rampage Two
) hay baby, i wish you can see what i have on right now you so sexy, imagine how, intense it would be, to hold me right now, my songs playing (verse
my jam, this my shit! We don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus ‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!” And the song’s
shows that's reppin' the Bronx I'm spitting Spanish I'm Viva Reggetone, niggaz Oh yeah I'm ready for war Any body hard body Just my four four I mean
, and shecouldn't find how to push through. Verse 2 The trees that whisper in the evening, carried away by amoonlight shadown, Sing the song of sorrow
is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four
