t know either It'd be so much easier If someone could explain I got nothin Running through my brain I got nothing Someone please explain I got nothin runnin Through my brain
em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my vein ass nigga You can see me on the
your toll, come across And watch me test my burner on a horse Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to suck-a-cidal It all balls down to my recital
know is pain (what) All I feel is rain (what) I cannot maintain (what) With maddness on my brain (what) I resort to violence (what) My killers move
em up (X-caliba) [echo] [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga You can see me on the
up (X-caliba) [echo] [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga You can see me on the
me, I'm representin while my peeps puff herb, superb Dropin bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper While layin on my
