Texty:
Sinner Little Head

bad as shit Little cutie got skills like magic dust, her throat skills feels fabulous (Bling, oh shit) Nigga motherfucker feel like this an ambulance Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head

Said, take every little bit of info clogged up in your head Then play sane game, ream out your crowded brain You?ll feel much better when you clear your head

, sick of waitin' in vain, tired of playin' the game Thinkin' of makin' a change, finally breakin' the chains Every phase, every happenin', craze When it's said and done, my head

High on, high on the little We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was No fun with no guilt feelings The sinners

like an alien My seed must be spread I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds Then race to the egg and bring forth The arm leg leg arm head All you niggas out

passed and blast It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for Is it the miniature caskets, little

peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to lookin' but you're brokin' let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little

man, yeah, yeah Saint was a sinner, ain't he a winner? And did you hear him say "I didn't lie, I just misled"? It's all in the head Oh, ain't it funny, how little

the day? He's gonna come back down to earth I hope you're gonna pray That you're with us Hmm, as we beam Him right up He's got a little place for me