) theres just the road, the trees, the piles of leaves, like vomit on the ground. i arrive and inhale i inhale and exhale and i know in my heart the devil
when the curtains, close open up the door, no more [Bridge-Big B] See we loosin this world we love And it looks like the sinnin won't end So I'm reachin
give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness, Run up on devils
down from day one Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil
in the CUT [Mr. Lil One] And we coming at your ass's With the Triple 6 wicked ass shit [Mr. Shadow] - Verse 1 I got you looking out the window POW
rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you Doin' like I should do, bringin' Noyz to my acquittal Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no referee Devil
there's just the road, the trees, the poles of leaves like vomit on the ground. I arrive and inhale, I inhane and exale and I know in my heart the devil
the third dimension, need to stop look and listen We twenty-inchin to the telly plus we on a mission Skinny bigger fishin, to the well and Moby Dickin
nobody perfect And when the curtains, close open up the door, no more [Bridge-Big B] See we loosin this world we love And it looks like the sinnin won
dicks Wilder wilder faster faster Brown ballad in alabaster! [?] Dairyland, contraband, Look mom! No head, no head Wilder wilder, faster faster Deadly dirigible disasters
Translation: The Number Twelve Looks Like You. The Devil's Dick Disaster.
know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains close Open up the doors No more [Big B] See we're losin' this world we love And it looks like the sinnin
perfect And when the curtains, close open up the door, no more [Bridge-Big B] See we loosin this world we love And it looks like the sinnin won't end
ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains close Open up the doors No more [Big B] See we're losin' this world we love And it looks like the sinnin'
sun there's just the road, the trees, the poles of leaves like vomit on the ground. I arrive and inhale, I inhane and exale and I know in my heart the devil