won't you fucking leave? you crowd around me. I can't fucking breathe. ALl those words you wrote on paper, it's time for me to set ablaze. Hang yourself. Just
't you fucking leave? you crowd around me. I can't fucking breathe. ALl those words you wrote on paper, it's time for me to set ablaze. Hang yourself. Just
of you Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too But it always never seems to get done, so ... [Luke:] Take out the papers and the trash Or you don
people we believe em Oh shit he's reachin (Get down) It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk
The only metal you hold is the one for being wack The only battle you've been in is the one you reinact Talking trash from the back like a sneak attack
the drama come, you run (uh) You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga [Verse 2: MJG] Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis
she's arriving at the source talk trash about a liar who's day has run it's course don't take it from a mantra dusty music magazines just wait to see
fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash
bad lasers now major ace route the following orders to all his crews, clones, generals food clothes medicine walk on glass, bang on doors, talk all trash
catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people Im'a thread the needlem just
to this footer in stilettoes She boughetto, that mean she bourgeois and ghetto Bourgeois cuz her shoes alone cost a grand Ghetto cuz she cuss too much and talk
scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des[? ] let ma paints hang and you know I'm on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans
roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb
I'm your instructor I'll tell you what to do Just show me what you've got and I'll take care of you A strange satanic mood it's perverting me The sickest
I don't wanna be just a watcher In the crowd anymore Just cheering for this game My old desires I count as trash In decomposition They stink!
off with Tigga go hide in the Bassment Cause study your whole life just tryin to taste it We rap packed take over the stats and trophy Talk trash and
to blame his weather systems tempered and tame till you catch wind of... Feetlips...you're so brash waltzing around talking your trash no, you haven't been drinking you just talk
If I don't live the struggle, then why do I flow I'm just another Wigger man, what do I know If y'all don't wanna hear the way the truth unfolds Just