bunch of miserable fucks Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her I'm busy mastering this parasite tryna stay up And
turn you 'round) Do you love? Do you need love? When your angels shout Is your heart strung out? Do you love? Do you need love? When your angels cry
at all, jus workin you out I got ma hands on ur hips, cause fits, like hard low, cocking you out, rockin you out Give a shout, give a scream, now I know
ship is gone and now they are alone With water everywhere around them The men were saved from the sinking ship Right before it started to burn And while
"Get out of my way" They heard him shout then a blinding light Ooh all I could see was him running down the street Out of the shadows and into the night
Eastwick I'm not soft, I kill suckers off Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck and plucked and shit out of luck and
you pay for thinkin e'rybody dumb Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride Effort to little hit now holla cry
an' e'rythings" can't hold me (you love, hardhead) I need some shit straight out the movies DRAMA Warm to the touch, hot mama You put me all in like launch jeans and
with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G O D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh and
for urge to erk Come out my humble go berserk And make you swallow your smirk I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass I fascinate as I assassinate and show task Characters and
me and got out of our bed And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door She packed her bags and turned right away And she kept on tellin
said I stole her heart and didn't leave a trace I told her I was sorry and she said get out my face Walked out my door with my walkman and my pocket
Nigga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees And that's just the half on my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and
up, I hope he got his towel on, I aim at the moon, and get my howl on. Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush, And when it comes to that paper I
, mad world [Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope talking] [Jumpsteady] Look at Afghanistan and what do you see? War stalkin the children and the elderly And when
a devil, nigga hell yeah Rock a by baby, homacide baby Thats more tear drops call me cry baby what you talking bout, tell it to my 9's Cut yah tongue out
out I set my heart out for people, they know what the inside ?bout Will they keep feeling Nina forever this? I doubt Can never cry for help so if you listening this my shout