Welcome fuckers its the end as you know Welcome time to reap what you've sowed Welcome fuckers with your face so cold doesn't matter,lake of fire your
fun and Two for the crew and Three for the world but we love those girls. X2 (DJ Starches) Don?t Fuck around. Im Ready to do it mate I?m fuckin balling
recycled metaphors Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven Got manners like Bruce Banner
making all the music that they party too But party on, party on, all night nigga I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga I grow tired of these fucking
the music that they party to But party on, party on, all night nigga I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga I've grown tired of these fucking
is it that time again already Haha, you don't look too happy to see me Fuck man, don't everybody welcome me back at once All right, fuck ya'll then (
fills an empty banner. Frank, what have you gotten me into now? I am not afraid to speak my heart & mind it cannot be saved sell me over. Fuck your hopeless
ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore shit Lil' nigga, fuck school, cop five mo' bricks [Chorus: (David Banner)] I see
[INS] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door
'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South [David Banner:] I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40'
, pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm 'Bruce' with 'Banners' Ludacris
the music that they party to But party on, party on, all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous, prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin
pig, do away with the pork Only silverware, I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with Banners Ludacris, Johnny
metaphors Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven Got manners like Bruce Banner
That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch I left them niggas needin' path And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin'
't hold yourself together Soul to sell, down here you live forever Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares Welcome, welcome, welcome Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares Welcome
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes
