Testi:
One Man Army She Wants Me Dead

ll Always Make...I Lost My Head And Now You Want Me Dead I Must Take Leave My Love For A Few Nothin' More Till I'm Siging In The Drink She Wants Me Dead

in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the

in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the

my TV About the army yeah them bitches want to draft me What's on my mind is a bitch climbing in my bed Don't want no sex I want to dig into this bitch

who would break first, me or the dame Then she broke, and her mind was my possession (Prince I love you) That wasn't the question I only wanna know one

school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me

I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some

never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots I want

is brought to you Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook]