Texty:
To Die For Wicked Circle

we bled all we had But out momentary joy was a lie And heavenly moments never last In the grave of our souls hope lies buried Wasting time in our sweet wicked circle

Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted

(Yeah for your nation... for your nation...) Verse One: A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the fuck I look

Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for

MAAD-ass Circle full of gees Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's ( ? ) with the ( ? ) amps Bendin the corner as I floss all my Zeniths slide across Lookin for

all fired up You'll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut High voltage cause power outages Set a bad example for the youth How bout it kids

Bow, 13 motherfucker Big Bow, 13 [Triple C] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast Family Some wicked

Jamie Madrox) Festival of Samhein What's that your holding? Turn full circle, face to face with the Omen When I split you open I go for your heart

's phone That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker I see this ho is waitin for me Muthafucka, tell