Texty:
Negative One Last Shot

hard blocks Every last soul must pay the last toll In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll? Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack

criminals, they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals. I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president, sniped him out with one shot

oh oh In my dreams I call the shots 'Cause I am the Invincible Prynn I got red hair, I'm a millionaire And I keep only good thoughts in But I feel negative

the press You yesterday's news, dude, you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of Espresso and hot morning sex Early to rise and the last

day, so the devil now prays That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms Now y'all stay calm, let me move like Rahmadan Speak one word then you'

martyr Apart from the details and substance and whatnot I f**ks wit' that hunger of love pistol and gut rot Bloodshot Give me one shot, my shot Propped

points awarded for city salvage delivered at the finish line. Preferably retaining molecular identity. Each ship one shot at one designated planet with one

So what's so wrong Seems like there's no getting through to you I know your recollection's negative But take a chance and give it one more shot More

home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last