I?m lonely And the worst of all With vanity, a coward Always falling into sickness CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS In this life there?s no time No time to rest Always falling into sickness
boy do I fear love I'm lonely And the worst of all With vanity, a coward Always falling into sickness In this life there's no time No time to rest Always falling into sickness
?m lonely And the worst of all With vanity, a coward Always falling into sickness CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS In this life there?s no time No time to rest Always falling into sickness
I wanna go Cause oh oh oh I've got a sickness, you've got the cure You've got the spark I've been lookin' for And I've got a plan, we walk out the door
Uhh! Y'all know the scrilla Watch the maneuver [Verse One] Check the action, tracks with traction, fact with fiction Mix it, now that's faction, El
live your life to the fullest What's life if you ain't enjoying it, Know what I'm talking bout?) My purpose really used to be so unclear Science fiction
don't forget your red pen cause we gonna need it when you draw the blood in ps-ps-ps-psychopathic records baby all offensive powers our plane's high-
Cheesy Rat] We plan to make the world stop with this Lockin' this, range long, flame on mic's Minus the ice, non-theatric Match this with wits, don't think sick
Che Che Che Che Check Yo, Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like im thick And im, Real tired
play Number one Smut Peddler ("Eon and Cage!") Just a little somethin that we made up [Cage] Sick lies on time, Mighty Mi on the cut [Eon] Some of it is fiction
em give in em win em the peace they want but dont want the peace signs unless its in the mind become a victim because i kick em sick em supposed to be
too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It may just sound all whack and corny Yes, it's awful, blasted boring Twisted fiction, sick
?) Money in the ceilin, stashed in the buildin Poppin penicillin, damn i'm hurtin niggas feelings soulja boy the truth, that's real pimpin' I spit real ish, def'ly not fiction
choice, Faygo, rock-n-rye with hennesey our plane's high-jacked, head for record label towers i like marijuana that is sent from tennessee I'm sick of
C-c-check, yo Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these
