darkness, and legacy of castles. Move from the spark for the fire engulfs, Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves. Drag the body back into the woods, Detach the back and
palace, nigga Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold panamaras and to the wood
it, and everybody want it Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office And the thought is to be boss of all bosses The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and
the popcorn, dip for the chips And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip Corrections for mishaps, errors or mistakes Fly raps for beats and pop and
So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay ever ready Assault and battery if you scared you never ready And
's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a
she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shock G, and 'Pac told ya
Ratt, tatt, tatt, how could he not know? Louie socks tho, you can see the logo And I chop, blo, blo, no homo Shoot out in the woods, no po, po He wired
Thuggish Ruggish Bone niggas been coming up out the woods singing we stole they flow and song if that's the case then why when we kick wicked s**t, muthaf**kaz all like it? And
and let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the woodworm to choke me And
hoping you would stay Long enough to try and fan the fire Shed your wire gown Golden rings just weigh you to the ground And it's not enough And it's
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire Scrap like a wildcat
dude with his hat on back'ards Singin' hip hop and karaoke Should'a know it was gonna happen Bein' this close town Oh, but I know a beer joint back in the woods
and the wires We've split the wood and stoked the fires We've lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide Our little church is painted white And
It's made of a wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired Like a
what to do With a lump of wood and a piece of wire And a little pot of glue Oh mama, oh mama He sawed at the wood with half a heart And glued it top
pretty sure we've heard this one before Don't it all end up in some revelation with four guys on horses and violent red visions Famine and death and pestilence and
me and him through the wire 'Cause when it comes to love he delivers My personal UPS I'm sending him an SOS That I love him and I want him And don't