mind Refuse to lose I got my windows seedy, county line's still on Now what the hell is goin' on? This nigga been around the world and back And it's
My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors Precisely, far from your average girl So, sit back
, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare at the teacher More, tune in to we're clockin' ya, lean back at this girl kept clockin
get jostled at your position Listen, abort mission without further discussion Dual personality, half me? Doc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back
out laughin' in a trail of smoke Oaktown, where niggas get down in more ways than one It don't stop till the raising sun Mentally unstable with the rhymes
gill man What's the matter, are you happy? Na, you're ill man Standin' back, you choose a ticket My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wicked
fend for myself jack So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station Needed some boom for the mental
it, you blew it You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac You came back with a stone cold plain attack Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? You need to sneak back
, Doctor Rock Lie down, turn around Here comes the sister, gonna strip you down Shut up, breathe in Let's have the address of your next of kin Chin up, shoulders back
i murder next chick with broken necks in a bed having sex. AS THERES FEETS GROOVING! told the dirty skanky whore to start moving. (ILL Bill) Verse 3: watch your back
your ransom And next thing you know they got a nigga dancin Chancin him out of his advancements And how y'all gonna pay back these back taxes? This
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might
got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When I
the eighth glass of wine I just quaffed But my diplomacy dike groans And the arsehole held back by its stones Can be held back no more: ?Look , Storm
It Uh Uh! Yo Pump It Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It P-P
with a sun stained atlas To escape the day to day mental mundane madness That consumes us, its true, though my real Answer Lays Is stepping back to view
back looking like one-armed pests Nixon bombs, here attached No picket fence, no job, no Hazel in the car Blue collar turns to bourgeoise Depressed in
virginity [Gortex] Cause back to before zodiacs, sharpshooter, top of the pack I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq Y'all know the cults back, the