Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long
5 job I'll settle for what I am, a white trash slob. So I guess I'm destined to sit in this cesspool 'Til somebody pass me a blade or a pistol. I've
dawn Just a light, from a tower Burning on from dusk to dawn Everywhere the wind did sail, castle lies just ahead Blade is drawn still I carry on, on my brow
could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky, lucky He made his first down payment On a sharp Italian suit He sewed razor blades
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the booth Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose On the roof with the city on watch Got that brown
make a livin" (x4) [inspectah deck] On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar Large as a blimp,
To shake when he comes wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem Do what they did to the unfaithful Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey
on onnn. So all my home girls doin' made me sing this song. My heart jumps rope for you. x4 Mickey Rocks A class act student around that blade brown
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide Polo down with them blades on the ride
take a fuckin loss 20 G's up in this bitch be jammin niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades niggas
a heart blas' Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin' Served by a cruelin' fighting 5 nights of horror and of bleeding Broke glass, cold blades as
, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade
morbid game And the letter "Y" is the shape that we must carve... All ME's worth their salt keep a blade of their own And have their scalpel professionally
tongue, sanguinary analingus sucking on their cunts till they burst How I love it when they bleed on me Fist fucking diseased anal cavities plunging blades
over me the meat of the healthy no longer does it for me Crusty brown tainted meat seems to appeal to me My blade will easily slide through the soft flesh
(Browne) Slap on the back For the man with the sand in his hair Spinning with sound As you're feeling around for the change Twist off the top Even though
it wit a shovel, I never dig dirt wit the devil Instead I'm on that other level But I took time to reach down to help the black and brown I never stood