Testi:
Pulling Teeth At Peace

kill peace, in death find peace some kind of release in death find peace please, see me as i sleep visit me in my dreams so i may be at peace your faith

tune I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler One on one at your rap seminar Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way At you fuckers... [J

not a trouble-making nigga, but I handle my beef You on some Eric B. shit like "What happened to peace?" Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your

You know we scorin' keys I heard the dread's sellin' some dope It's comin off the lake, down at the dock And yo, it 'posed to be at eight So hurry up,

m so cold] Ay, Uh-Ey - Ay [Chamillionaire: Diamond-Diamond Rangs 2x] (Rasaq) [Ay, Yeah, Rasaq boy] Look at my panky, look at my ring [ring] Presto-Elocazine

my confidence and how I wreck the beat Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace

than being dead Better him than me you say as you aim your gun at his head You live your life at gunpoint don't be scared be prepaired It's peace you

And you could'nt deny A hit from that buddah tye Going round and round the driveway Now it's coming my way And i'm zoned out at a young age And the whole

Vaseline, if you're asking me, you should of Made you're peace, cause right now you're looking Foolish with chocolate stains on you're teeth, the Wolf