brains in A six string rock and roll razor Nobody's gonna save me The whole world drives me crazy I hate work, I hate school I got a case of the
hide Scared to run, this monstrous Marathon of fear I run the races with a dark horse to win Across a finish line of fear I swim a sea of skin,
can hide Scared to run, this monstrous marathon of fear I run the races with a dark horse to win Across a finish line of fear I swim a sea of skin, afraid
pounding my brains in A six string rock and roll razor Nobody's gonna save me The whole world drives me crazy I hate work, I hate school I got a case
the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence
wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see, I'm
soul 4 G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back, it's hella heat for the funk A dear mutherfucker, a step
jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off, a imitation Local ass kingpin *** wit a limitation
-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S T-U-V W-X Y and Z Oh how happy I will be once I teach you the kinky A-B-C A-B-C You and me A-B-C You and me A-B-C (A-B-C)
And duplicated and authorised I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois Chorus (w/ slight variations
This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) And a soldier's life, parallel And the
[Jay-Z] This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel
the devil In a battle I blacked out and beat a man with a shovel Its obligatory that you hear my side of the story He had the face a fear, shakin' like
a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that i'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll) x 10 (So much fuckin' money I don't know what to do w/ it.
-E A P-I-M-P Well I might be But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that With the black khakis and chucks and a muthafuckin' ski mask We blast, on bitches