Texty:
From First To Last Dead Baby Kick Ball

know that you're lying; you must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving, I went from last to first but this is first to last

metal chair Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember

dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head

what I'm sayin'? City park in the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'? Big up big up to all my people All that other shit is dead, dead, dead Word

20 inch mo-mo Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo It's hard but fair MJG told your bitch ass Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put

20 inch mo-mo Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo It's hard but fair MJG told your bitch ass Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put

in a metal chair Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember