Runnin game on bail And if ya can't compete I'll leave ya 6 Feet Deep, nigga! [Frukwan] Yo, I be the Pied Piper, enlightener, holy cipher Watch the God
she reached my front door This lady cop knows not what she?s in for I lead her eyes to the bulge in my pants Let her get a glimpse of the holy land She
well well well Well well well well! You know what? We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot Audio cartwheels that cart We tootin from, holy baggy
in Lyin more than Satan, fallin off like they was ice skatin Trying to get they mic taken, you get scolded and chastized, my holy mic, is baptized Givin
...you're no me Can't see the forest for all The green, it all gets in my way Can't dig a desert without The need for old religion, for holy grails
's, that love songs, harder than y'all I don't fear nothin' at all, frontin' at all I even got female cops, bustin' my balls Don't mess with my mess,
you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
a mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
plant weed, Who loves a nigga like me? Earth is a mixture of heaven and hell, Anything can happen... only time can tell, Da wicked can live lavish, While da holy
(feat. Styles, Sheek) [Styles] It's sorta like the Holy Trinity... I'ma say... I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots Get shot three
American missiles Shooting commuter planes and filing em missions official I've hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs From the scar, I'm a mess
instead of walking. I think his holy story is a mess. All I did last Easter all I did was paint some eggs. It was a resurrection holy day-- no more nails
around the bend. Running on bad lines - we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister - it's all such a mess
The driver's a mess today It's a dump of a destiny But it's got a view... Now the kid in the see-through blouse Is moving in hard on his holy vows...
you grow the tube will tell you honey all you need to know welcome to the cast and crew of night of the living dead no more second chances - look at all this mess
shit All that tongue shit When my gun click, niggas silencing down You was hollin' like a motherfucker bitch holla at me now Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess
A rhyme's contents Beyond nonsense If you're not convinced Get tense and wince Cause I'll make a skeptic Look epileptic Shake and brake like the Holy