my tombstone? I would for you, I would for you, I would for you, I would for you If I die would you even notice? Would you bring a date to the funeral service
my ways, I give you my life, my life, my life! [Hook] No, my rights are not my own No, my life is not my own No, even as I write this song I forsake
my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to (hurt nobody)X1) X2 tonight
loves us ?til the end Even with complications Through sins occupation For Gods concentrated There?s no condemnation The Holy Spirit inside He comforts like no other He convinces us we?re God?s children Even
embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service
nothin, And you can lay there, leakin, Go head curl up and die (yeah), Tell god when you see em, I'll be happy to meet em, I went to service this evening
(feat. MJG) [Phone:] Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service to listen to your messages press star now..... new messages. [Baby Momma
when there's a surplus? Suffering within your home, you made them worthless Damn near police the state, and make us nervous Even though some conform and join your service
Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker Extra points, field goals at your service One might think it comes with glory You might think different after you listen
Using suffocation as elation, to start molding clay From a makeshift wedding band to a personalized skeleton key Even I agree that being alone is a definite possibility It's all lip service
before figures fly Walking uphill trying to get down Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness When the light switch hits the artistry circuit board breaker Service
Waitin' on section 8 But the list had been restricted A Lexus hit and I missed it I was dealin' with some real shit My brother joined the service Not even
heap The accident was nasty if you ask me I would have laughed but then it happened again---the sickness harassed me Oh no, not again. I had hurt a lot of men But never felt bad before even
or more We've lent our axes, spears and swords In service of the emperor We are loyal warriors That's the oath we gave To protect the emperor Even to
wolf. Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though. I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even
home safely Lately, a weird thought occured to me What if I was to grab the mic, which one of y'all would service me? (Watch the rhythm) Inventions to
door cause we wanted to escape And forget about the world burning in front of our faces We all paid dues, we all working hard Some fools even had to pay a service
your back door (Back door) Or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward) I should be honest, cause even my outer conscience, Knows the odds
