Red stains 'Eyes of a Blue Dog' My pains fade as the interiors fog The blood that moves my body Now colours the ground The blood that moves my body The blood that moves my body
2) [talking] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa You know you done fucked up, don't you You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y That's my team, killas, killas [Hook x2] My
and my homies ?me and my homies? What goes up ?up? must come down ?down? Trying not to loose my self ?Cause mama used to say if theres a will theres a
Heather B, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus Oh, so there's a hundred-eight
degrees, level move this My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus Oh, so there's a hundred-eight pressure points, I'm sorry ya
the poison Emperor's body Priest and Canibus enjoy their memorable army's Ha, ha, ha, ha... [Canibus:] A lyricist without with no master, a no financer
thump) That's when you said and my heart thumped to a thousand beats a second. (Thump, thump, thump) Gotta catch my breath. (Ha, ha) Cause there's nothing
like a butt cheek So I pull my mic out a gun holster And make ya stomach wiggle like ya on a rollercoaster Action packed like a total recall I dropped
that make me happy yeah reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics tight like my butt and my nuts brother what I'm
[Yogi (Mighty Ha)] Aiyyo I'm fresh (DAMN!, why you say that yo?) Cause I run up in your girl then I puff a stoge (How fresh?) So fresh that I'm crisp
m worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music floats like a flyin saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps
back, boom! And assumin' the fact that, that dude's in the back room, Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon! Skewin' a rat, a cat screwin' a baboon
need ta be a ninja [repeat chorus X7] Yeah, Yeah I'm a ninja, Yeah FUCK that, I'm a Wicked Klown BITCH, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
a shotta (BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!) Made by a woman I was raised
keep wonderin How some pussy can't move we, we shoot like a video or a movie Bloodbath no, blood jacuzzi Beretta, calico, uzi, make big man a scream like
make a tink a gwaan Bus-A-Bus and Kardinal yeah will fill up a arsenal, like carnival yo While we chillin' and fulfillin' niggas with listenin' pleasure Where's my
the borough (straight up) Is live nigga rep that (no doubt) Cock the techs back and move on a weak clique (move on 'em) We deep bitch And none of my Gorillas
go. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!
