Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mA?ché, the mold you made from
Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mache, the mold you made from Me, dig
Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mache, the mold you made from Me,
from Amityville Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't? God-damnit he will Mentally ill from Amityville Mentally ill from Amityville Accidentally kill
small People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot Decides
else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it?s a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita /minds keep collapsing
'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some money on it"} What? I'm the L.O.X. Jeter Tattooed up in a white wife-beater Aston Vanquish parked at the meter I
lumber up under the sheets i can put ya in a real deep slumber and she said fuck tecca nina didnt feel her did everything with in my power not to kill
carpet I don't really start s***, I just like to finish it dismember with a hacksaw, getting rid of it Ia??m so militant, you so Gilligan, killing it
Kill Dah-dum, dah-dum, dum Dah-dum, dah-dum, duh-da-da-da-da Kill Dah-dum, dah-dum, dum Dah-dum, dah-dum, dum Kill Mentally ill from Amityville Accidentally
to the east Before you fuck around, nigga, pray to the east ( 2x ) [ percee p ] Your skills lack while I'm still strapped With real raps, and feel that I should kill
(My time) is the day before the hunter made his kill My time's the final mile before the valley meets the hill And I'm an archer Parked where the farmers
flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just
Nature) We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops (Braveheart) Made of steel, y'all bullets don't kill We break outta jail, fuck the system To all our
kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm.. (kill
me lumber Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep slumber She said fuck Tecca Nina didn't feel her Did everything within my power not to kill
else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end everyday it's a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita minds keep collapsing
