red Vile surgeon, knife cutting in Skull cracking, to expose your brain Evil doctor death drove him insane Ripping, tearing your skin turning red Vile surgeon, knife cutting
I?ve been here for hours, Cutting in on every dance. I stand in every corner, Painting red for everything. I look, to you, I?ll take anything you?ve
I've been here for hours, Cutting in on every dance. I stand in every corner, Painting red for everything. I look, to you, I'll take anything you've
to bleed. Is this where I end, or is this where we begin? I'm looking up but I'm feeling down, since I'm cutting these corners, was cutting me down
ride, hell of a role, hell of a stroll We ship it gold so the paper can fold Have you ever met some thugs that can ride like us? Cutting corners burning
ugly ones I block 'em like (?) I'd rather be chilling with Carlos The rest can left a mess, you know straight retardo When it comes to words I'm a wizard when I'm slizzard Cutting
air, I'm wheezin', "I ain't did nothin', I didn't say "I'm leavin'," I said "I'm goin' on the front porch to get somethin',"" (scissors cutting) "Alright
and Zero T, Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady Crew, I'm out Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars DJ's cutting
too young My daddy goes to work, almost everyday He has to nine to five it so there's food on the plate The boss is cutting corners and it shows on
of sounds Got a soundtrack in my mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner
and get that gwop Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle Go 'head and get the cops I use my talent to get more figures Unlike these little corner store niggas
waving we all do it the same we all do it the same way Candyman teasing the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Programs cutting the corners
A typichal street Corner ass nigga once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them
the body Lets out a hollow kind of sound Homicide is tying yellow ribbons Around her silver AirStream Red cherries slashing up the night Cutting through
don't know what it means She just knows That it's not what it seems She's runnin' down much faster Home base is around the corner All she can hear is
knock-out' You can't move, I got you surrounded Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass pounded To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* ) How you
Subliminal, fin to go, low, low, low And then I send a flow to the Joe who don't know Mr. Nope, I'll turn a hoe down in her drawers But men, I'm cutting
Man on the corner, said son won't you choose, The life that your living or this pair of travelling shoes, Cause theirs a place called California, And