gonna find Someone to love you You got to love yourself I don't wanna preach the Bible I just wanna reach the truth A loverman shouldn't be your rival
blood is like ice underneath Oh, I'm the reincarnation of patten And I've got Hannibal's heart in my chest God told me I would have rivaled Alexander
it It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cheer I crush M.C. jaws who oughta be chandelier And drop the litter - on the quitter The survival-rival gets
Running down the streets in time Although these foreign creatures Fighting for me See it in the sunrise, see it in the sunset Oh, there's something
the popular song, There's one theme that we find right along. Of all ideals they hail as good, The most sublime is motherhood. There was a man, oh, who
spin aww no And you run to me in the night time the look of fears in your eyes My one life's goal is survival I ain't got time for no rival oh no!
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few
bloodhounds fat and unhealthy I may be cornered but I'm wealthy Yeah, oh we're In the dry Yeah, oh we're In the dry I rise to meet my rivals They
am if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn black pecker's my title, john king is my idol im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival i dont care
nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the Henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya, now gimme yours Trifled disciple, arch rival
Come around here, I don't feel so bad I don't feel so bad I don't feel so bad I'm so sorry, darling Did I do the wrong thing? Oh, what was I thinking
will he meet his end? He feels so bitter Yes he's so full of hate To die in the gutter I guess that's Johnny's fate Rivals all across the land He kills
Space man blow up Oh, maggot, he's a modern day fagan Turfin' out your pockets like a Christian burns a pagan Drippin' with charm, style and panache
get hit, ten down and ten up (What?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin' blood and spittin' phlegm up Now we rivals
me, I know where you've been I already heard you binge and you purge Old age It's okay to kill your idols Just pretend you have no rivals They all
these are they 'Even this shall pass away' Trains of camels through the sand Brought him gems from Samarcand Fleets of galleys through the seas Brought him pearls to rival
money in the bag You slept on this musician, plus the hip-hop art Bring your best MC's What? Cause every man got disciples if you ever want a rival Show
rivaled with fear Examined by the critics, and put on this dis list I won't be jaded though I'm starting to see it They don't respect him he's just another musician Chorus Oh