How can we blame them for the situation? When an Alzheimer's patient Leads the Nation Rifle Association We built and sold them the guns Made in America I'm a
Traduzione: I Killed The Prom Queen. Mia.
prom date Bizarre stick ill, shoot vein in my fathers vein And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill I'm sicker the a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic I
a killa's sleeve Now I ain't ever been one to pass She might be dead but she got a nice ass Riding to the bone, I like dead meat Wearing nothing but
a no-no We rock it too long, this ain't a promo Take a photo, too many years, drop a vocal Throwin' choke holds, I'm loco Word on the streets is that
[I KILLED THE PROM QUEEN] I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me we suffer with
I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome When
capture, even with help from NASA I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POW That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POW There's two on the way down,
my mother killed me" If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared I'm at a dead end, I
a snow cone and a Astro Pop I ordered a buttercup but I didn't have enough I asked her for a nickel and she gave me a buck I said how could I repay you
Killa] I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat givin a green
I'm scattering cups of Ashes Where the passion had rust And as a sapling I but a catholic looking for my Nazareth and nowadays I Couldn't get raise if I
made you broke I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for huh, I'm doing this for hip hop
prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won
My boys are AWOL I'm thinking I needed a room for the weekend On to the hotel with the beacon I gave a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip
never had us, because I never had you". So let your eyes tell the tale. What I was meant to say. I thought of you for too long. Now a frozen smile
