day Don't know how, don't know what to say Is it medicine or social skill? Don't have answer and nobody will Do it screaming or without a word Being sane is
Translation: The Knife. Is It Medicine.
day don't know how, don't know what to say is it medicine or social skill? don't have answer and nobody will do it screaming or without a word being sane is
, raggidy, Andy and Andy, no, it can't be, it can't be Yes, it can be, the fuckin' Antichrist is back Danny and Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville, calamity Goddamn it
that's why I can't decipher what life I'm in I might pull a knife on your wife and slice her and dice her then It sounds so enticing, isn't it nice when
again So I can give him a taste of his own medicine He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it's all said and done I'mma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine What that
assful 'Cause if it's me you think you're better than You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing Stuffy head, get your ass with medicine You can feel, shit is
Smash the door down, trash the whole room Kick the walls in, night to mornin' Then we do it again, it's adrenaline You better believe, I got a knife
my own medicine Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss When all I did was shook it
'cause there ain't no one around Tip toe through the alley and tip toe through your life You still got it comin' be it gun be it knife Next thing you
tried but in those angels and bamboo They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9 Watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs' It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of God' It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box It
nothingness, so terrified of what will be Tomorrow is the day I can't back out But I'm scared of what will happen to me They say a simple procedure It
chemist now king medicine when is it perfect? where is it taking you? there is no cure only reprieve some fleeting joy posing as balance nothing is sure
(Verse 1 - Mikill Pane) Listen Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday it's 30 degrees, Thursday you work late, you was with a
it all the way to where the sun is just like a runner loving running tryina turn it into a simple symphony simple sentiment adrenaline is coming back
