going to melt them down for PILLS AND SOAP Give me the needle Give me the rope We're going to melt them down for pills and soap Four and twenty crowbars
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wizards hat He spoke of his movie and how he was making A new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic soap And
, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch
assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and
Go and frame that Bitches say that I'm a dog the way I treated cat I make that pussy talk back like a rude child Pop a pill oh man girls gone wild Now
I'm yellin, ?touche? Either you can stay and lay and this'll be yo last day Or you can help me put my shit away and then you get away And nigga clear
was in prison most of that time Ever since then he just ain't been right His old lady works days and they fight most night Laid off and blown off, pissed
my new clothes, and girlie panties, and shower gels and you name it. Every one else had their punk rock bags and T-shirts and stuff left alone. Just
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode And punch
soap and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit my hand's on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick stop lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive and
Well, I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hos Like a soap opera episode Then punch
hitches It's not that freaky, it's just the mothafuckin' devil limit And miss I love to torture you with wild sex Not at the mar riot and yet and no
get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine that brought
frustration And duration of my time is spent with lack of occupation Time to go for what I know, I know not of what I wish But of soap and a towel and
kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass hobos; welcome to the mc chris show! Are you lost and alone like a lonely little goldfish? We fit together like soap in a soap
