my two wives Sometimes they make perfect sense Their reward my consequence It's not me to my defense It's my two wives The love they take, my heart
s my two wives Sometimes they make perfect sense Their reward my consequence It's not me to my defense It's my two wives The love they take, my heart
s a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are
't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my arms so you'll never feel neglected
, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying 'bout My speech is the reason my race is dying out So I pray to God
ready and willing I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings Pulled out, to my man, look out Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here Seventy-two
S I R T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now? Oh, you want me to watch my mouth, how? Take my
When I was just a little baby boy My Mama used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my Daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated
Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon
on another lonely flight because I'm runnin, runnin trying to my way but there's nothing, nothing, noting I can say to find you on theses day. versus: Mirros on my walls in my
the Impaler The order of the dragon Prevail no failure Slain all the vain overcame with my sabre Maintain and let the blood reign explain my behavior (Chorus) Madchild: It goes:cracked halo horns on my
flight takes me over cattle stocks Blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flock, flock across mecca With a rigid projector, seeking my scepter, looking, at, rebecca Two
s a big chance, big pants, might guard him With my man's type proper Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you?
