, nah I'm used to it Slide through, ride through, technicolor my technique spit heat like no other I'm low key, high signed yet discovered Lone wolf,
He kissed her hand and then he found out her name, It's Death and now he can't seem to wake You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf
deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty
he'll be sure to tell you so. We're arguing for sport here, and itching for a fight, We're obsessed with your presence, Yet repulsed by your sight. God
of the 'wildlife saloon The wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter A question to raise, Why people these days Like slaves to a craze Are somehow hell bent, Yet
not wise to love too well, and this all women know. Wherefore, the wolf-pack having gorged upon the lamb, their prey, With siren smile and serpent guile I make the wolf
book of New Dawn Whose chapters may be written But yet whose blood will be the ink Exterminate all those bodies of men Who bear the name and designation
the blinding fog My fang like frost on a knife The wolf prints is my chalice-I feed off your life I am the wolf-man transformed Abominations-a mind
I wouldn't kill for the love of a woman I don't drink or fight here anymore I've cried wolf to you more than enough for one life and that's for sure
the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn the boy but i yet and
With my ears I have heard the eagle call my name He flew in from the night to talk to me We talked about his freedom and he spoke with great concern He
's a lifeless wine He kissed her hand and then he found out her name, It's Death and now he can't seem to wake You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt
Holla Back You Bitch As Niggaz Ayo Cock Sucka If Ya'll Have Heard Yet This Nigga Changed His 'Loose' N I Got Proof.. Yea I Got "Proof" *Beat Switch* *WOOF* Talk: You Know My Name
blitzed order in the court where the mortars jump bricks everybody, lung on the table, this point/counterpoint Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out
s all in the air, its weird Yonkers dropped and left their craniums mind-fucked, now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked he still hasn't called me yet
of artists can be pitiful You know damn well there shouldn't be no company co Trying to show me about rap that's 53 or so But yet and still they want
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs
