messin with the Busy Bee Yeah, murder You better write your will I'm Busy Bee, I pay the bills, dressed to kill Murder Murder style Murder style A black
you dead" And the 54 stitches that caught in his head This is for the clowns I beef with no hands And the two O-Z's down to 54 grams With two to the face
Play me Maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies [Verse 3: Raekwon] Dripped out dip promoter Dead arm that nigga
vanished with dawn Light are severed threads And entwine me in darkness My soul is dying with her Burning eden in my eyes Forever she falls asleep With
sewed of snow With lace decorated from the foamed sea Can you hear notes of piano And moan of those who shall dance With song wolves on our frozen shore
A drawling wolf's howl broke a dreadful silence A settled fog over jagged crags spread everywhere with the black dead seed Screams of The Demons, Screams
end of Scarface, remember that gun Al Pacino had? Picture that except it's aimin' dead at a emo fag Me and Buckwild, will shut y'all down With a box of
to get laid and a white belt holds up your pants you're too mature to fucking dance FUCK EMO! we aren't dead and in a year there will be none of you
s culture How can I walk taller like that movie says I oughta? Paint billboards with blood on middle finger from slit wrist With nine-digit back-up So
recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast
One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
went downtown To a place called Johnny's Last Stand Through the blues and the smoke I saw her on the dance floor She's with another man The dead man's
was camaflouge booyaw what you gone do now I got my crew pal and weese wrangla's what I got in my chamber will rearrange ya goddang ya will hang ya death
life The dark grows thin, And I'm left to hide I don't regret it, But its sad anyway Now were both dead, And scared of the black This life of games,
life The dark grows thin, And I'm left to hide I don't regret it, But its sad anyway Now were both dead, And scared of the black This life of games, And