- no lie - can't cry A lot of things are runnin' through my mind - mostly crime My last request be one more chance to say my rhyme [x1] I be the militant
every last evening, y???ll. Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff, what
' every last evening, y'all Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball Workin' it on the side, I straddle my nuts Puff on my green stuff, what
! L: Me too! Harry: get the! Back off! Let go of my leg! Company: *GASP!* Mr. Witherspoon! Got a telegram, for you. Uncle's Last Request Attorney:
Me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When My