really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black hood with black
bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you
the capitalist contest to see who "Gets Money" No milk and honey, in this land 'coz justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that
one black napsacks, black weed Black Friday, nigga, black fistes Black misses, Onyx, black misonic Black tonic, black marble, ask Arnold Black bombers, with black linen, repent black
?t gone do nothing When you get through fronting Niggas that I know already know you ain't gone shot nothing End up at the pearly gates when they test you Got a dirty
babe (baby) It ain't nothin like the real thing Ahhhh Can you see me In a red thong Red pump heals Nothing else on Oil on my legs Cherry red lips Black
kiss Do you love your whore? I like to hear you beg She's crouched down in the corner with her hands between her legs Jezabell Broken glass and dirty
a girl who was sad wanted me to be her dad and I met her breaking glass damn I left her pretty fast lost a girl with the legs she had super dirty ways
now, link up with us, or put your shield down Faggot, you fuck around punk We battle for cream nigga You want a pound crab? Nah let his hand swing I
've been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell, it used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty
, even your attitude Never gonna give you black-n-blues That's abuse, I'm not that dude Take it back to when I held yo' hand And my name became yo' back
Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh Destroys and burns me down alive Elcerated lips stinking of death Excommunicated creators of mine Blasphemous
dirty liar and I don't waste my time with dirty liars. [Amos Hart] Look... I'm really sorry, Mr. Flynn. [Billy Flynn] On the other hand, your devotion
stroke different, after hours ya Phil Drummond Peel lemons and put 'em in bitches Coronas Hopin' bitches will bone us, throw they lips on my shoulder Where all my dirty
ain't nothin' like the real thing Ah, are you there? Yeah Can you see me in a red thong? Red pump heals nothing else on Oil on my legs, cherry red lips Black
