your heart But it won't Nothing special will come over you Don't hold that thought That single dying breath It could break the moment in two Leaving it
goodbye Comparisons hold no meaning So don't even try, I'veheard it before Something special could grab the air And pull a cloud over your heart But it
got the +Gas Face+ last year Tears shed as another head gets put to bed Paradise is a paradox, the devil's ridin sleds over skulls, that dulls all the truth It's
That's My Boy Cauze Me And His Skeez Is Tight And The Weed Is Lime Green, Better Catch It For My Chronic Seed And It Was Callin' Me Oh Yeah, I Can't Wait
like a drug, you're blowin your brain Like the homie named Deathrow, Deathrow my bro Had to go, he was next in row He went solo, sold his soul to the devil
, shifting the earth it was then that it happened. No-one knew how the cracks appeared but as it fell they all disappeared stone fell like rain Can
I take the carpenter's role? It's dark in this hole, that's as far as it goes Harps of gold, impossible, pot as a rose Remarkable soul, the resistance
it's real, we heathen up a slow in his grill Or let him make it, even though I know I owe him the steel The Devil's tempting me, to let these niggaz know
is priceless, it's in the eyes of the beholder Now it's blowin up, no doubt, there's no debate Cause good things come to those who sold weight Heavy
soul, I never lost a scheme I'll talk to God and make him melt like an ice cream It seems this waiting is for reflection Then when it's done I'll go whatever
Too many urkels on your team that's why your win's low I sold my soul to the devil that's a crappy deal Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal
it, debate it, eliminate it or escape it Talkin that bourgeois talk when you're fallin She's sayin, "Kt's caaaallin me, it's caaaallin me" But you better
right down. Last Halloween for them. So whatthefuck So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's
down the window too many urkels on your team thats why your Winslow I sold my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal least it came with a few toys like
and sold satan your soul while people like you and me are breakin the mold I don?t believe your truth, I?ve been lied to So if your ready to fight,
got the +Gas Face+ last year Tears shed as another head gets put to bed Paradise is a paradox, the devil's ridin' sleds Over skulls, that dulls all the truth It's