-noyz get the praise We break it down in these three ways My moms died from secondhand smoke so I wish yo' ass would die From them secondhand rhymes you wrote Or shall
had removed himself from the general population in anticipation of everlasting peace and now he devoted all of his energy to meditation and praise of his God
It speaks; the mouth of disease... "God is dead, His angels bleed inside my dreams, Eternally bow to thee, Kneel before your violent king All shall
getting floatation devices Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique So even if I sleep on my own shit, it's still fly I'm God's only begotten renegade
the praise We break it down in these three ways My moms died from secondhand smoke; so I wish yo' ass would die from them secondhand rhymes you wrote Or shall