I feel no pain Maybe I should let you Come on and eat my brain There's an art to perception So see it as you will Can you adjust my reception? Just
Traduzione: Quote. Eat My Brain.
a? on my car while I dance some more I be glancing at ya'll with your? on But pink panther snoopy's on I just put all my jewelry on My diamonds, my rubies
a thug The streets taught me how to thug Wait a minute, my mother's flat broke And my father ain't around My whole family starving, man I gotta hold us down I loaded up my
cash off that after no mask off Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin I stuff two different caliber shells in my
no mask on. Pussy ya heart pumpin' but ya brain gone (brain gone...) Leave somethin' sweet I'll snatch the heat - get the flame goin'. (flame goin'...) I stuff two different caliber shells in my
it, you slit your wrist upon fathoming it Accurate intellect, the way that my brain tilts my neck Obeying the will, I select My face so dark, that it
, on my cot by the window Watchin the city sleepin, in deep thought, noddin off reminiscin How my mom used to tickle the ivories of my ribs with her fingertips
ruger to your brain Left a blood stain on the passenger side of your range Fuck the games, the circle dot dot and the cootie shots I leave my tooly cocked
a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine) To all my niggas keep it gully just (shine) To all
x2] [Prevail] Feast and famin, rain and drought, Eat well, sleep well, my voice don't burn out. Asphault, concrete, brick, stone and rock, Eat '
(What you are ma) See me I'm from Q.B. (Q.B.) And you can be my star (Be my star) So come sail away with me (C'mon, c'mon) Let's cruise into my thug
odds Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Nas Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us Nowhere to run, so I grab my
odds Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Oz Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us Nowhere to run, so I grab my
his cash on Let off with no mask on Pussy ya heart pumpin but ya brain gone Leave somethin sweet I'll snatch the heat and get the flame goin' I stuff two different calibur shells in my
on my shit- Man eat a fat dick Lovin this shit thats how you made me feelin like I got you niggas crazy (Uh huh) Against all odds up lettin my thug mothafuckas
s numb; Doesn't rest; Doesn't eat; Doesn't touch a crumb! Poor Professor Higgins! Poor Professor Higgins! On he plods Against all odds; Oh, poor Professor
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat Fix me up my favorite treat Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV Get off the phone--