anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor These are the days when I hate the world Hate the rich, hate the happy Hate the complacent
yelling out the windows Riding the hoes Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch Get mad
It is cheesed with power and the morality of which it goes mad A lot of people became dogs having tied to the chain Your happy happy there? I want to
como puede ser que me jodistes? You treat me like an analog ho Y nunca me llamas, roberto [islord] Yo, lyrically, i got all y'all niggaz under my wing
don't want and I don't need To play the cryin' game Music lights this flame in me I won't let it go and it won't let me be I'm just a happy slave and
you Rakeem Rakeem: Hmmmmm Woman: Ohh Rakeem Verse Two: When I walk down the block The girls stop and glock They hop on my jock Cause I got mad props
from the eyes of man, courtesans with sylph-like graces dancing to the pipes of Pan - that echoed through the ether notes that soured the wings of halcyon
anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent
ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds class It's (high class) meets (white trash) Grown men! Grown men! Stop it, stop it! You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
to the melody. [Repeat] [MC Bliss] Yo, Ey yo we march to the melody, Preach to the percussion, Charged by a chemistry deep within our gut, And I?m a mad
shine at the same time but what?s painful Life is my number one song I ain't even got a name for I feel like my babe is an angel with the broken wings
Remember that time that I made you so mad Last week right ha ha you know that It's not like it's all that rare So put it here and let me cherish the embarrassment
It is cheesed with power and the morality of which it goes mad A lot of people became dogs having tied to the chain Your happy there? I want to be enjoying
It is cheesed with power and the morality of which it goes mad A lot of people became dogs having tied to be chain Your happy there? I want to be
is sticky, and hickeys are her specialty E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don You're mad and I'm happy
maricon y nunca me llamas, Roberto You treat me like an analog ho [Islord] Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggaz under my wing Cause I bring terror