slow and steady Exit to the backstage door This is my cue the heart to heart where I say something to change your mind, change your mind Oh what a dramatic exit with
then just walking away. This is the part where we have our heart to heart and I say something to make you... Change your mind! What a dramatic exit, with
just walking away. This is the part where we have our heart to heart and I say something to make you... Change your mind! What a dramatic exit, with
Never make fun of your Grandma Even when she rips a juicy fart And remember to dip, you gotta doodle You gotta stop playing with your noodle 'Cause Grandma
Rubik's Cube [Outro:] ("Malcolm X again with a pen") ("My mind is a weapon") ("Malcolm X again with a pen") ("Malcolm X again with a pen") ("My mind
I can illustrate a clear idea with metaphor A mere syllable will have you feeling for more (Word) Plus the meanings even change with the trends Little words with
who gives a fuck about you? They can run Leatherface all of you niggas shit with lagging It's stupid - past with this Pick for talk and blast with this
my mind elevates and travel through different time zones I get theatric with verbal acrobatics I stay with automatic clips cause my pen's hot With words
responsible Say your good-byes Well, i'm finding anything's possible Closing your eyes Closing your eyes Closing your eyes Be a part of your own descision See your future with
more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking
I got more motherfucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga Nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your
covered with tates and good wheats, And back to back, he spit fire u'mon slires, Flames upon lames. The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change,
nigga, I got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your
muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking
the whole way home Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? Your dark twisted games when I loved
with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with matches and drink
, ma We do it for fun Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's go Hey, girl, what your name is? Where you from? Turn around, who you came with? Is that your ass or your
nothing changed still switchin my wheels. I rock a new handbag to match my outfit. So juicy like a peach when its hot it drips meltin in your mouth all over your
