it's beautiful with drunken eyes i love it when you tell me lies you're the devil in disguise here's what i get for all of my tries something's happened
friend, i've lost another friend pretend, that things will never end time, time go real slow the only thing we know is that we'll die someday cry, oh
i see you fail and i laugh you took a hit and you got no backup you fucked it up once again i blame you for that still give you no backup i watch it
do you know what keeps me up at night? too many times i've seen the light there are things that have never been said for example: i've been dead for quite
not so long ago i passed out, couldn't move and i hit the floor i'm badly broken i know that you will turn your back on me and then again i do the same
You got a perfect life You got a perfect wife You got it all made up 'Cause you got this perfect plan How does it feel to be perfect In everything you
alcohol superhero cry on demand tell me again you sound like violence and i feel a fight please don't go why so defensive? happens so wakes the senses
sounds right I rhyme of death and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds
recording studios Brian wilson/eugene landy I was sittin' in a crummy movie with my hands on my chin Oh the violence that occurs seems like we never
it blew my mind The Negro was my hero and leader His strange tasting waysa?¦they turned me on I tried my best to sound just like him When he movesa?¦he moves like
Dreams' break up like Eurythmics Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like
I'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the
Now I'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the
Now I'm a turn it around-- dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the
death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals My nigga
-hop will surely decay If we as a people don't stand up and say Stop the violence, stop the violence Stop the violence, stop the violence Stop the violence
