cries "Hey, Prince, you need a shave" Now, if you can manage to get Your trembling fingers to behave Why don't you try unwrapping A stainless steel razor blade
in the club gettin shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight (Jus Allah) Im the motherfucking ungrateful My heart is hateful, my tounge ripped Lickin on the blade
their base c'mon cousin, that's how we get down we the only reason that you eat and breath in this town we beatin them down raise a blade, buck 50 I rap
It's huntin season, and ya loved ones grievin 'cause I never back up (no sir) I never back down Ask Brown (Ha!) From the bell to the last round Face
got an evil streak She's a brown girl and I'm living with a brown girl She's a brown girl and hey living with a brown girl Nineteen been missing her
Black My Black Rose, he don't own ya So stay with me tonight At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe With the sweat on my brow How could she
m a fist of rage, one foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage, far from saved I'm a fist of rage, in a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a
4 eyes 2 heads 2 killas 2 fillas Known as Kane & Able Ice cream man fina need some Mayo Thousand 8 grams of that uncut coke Beg its soda razor blade
bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember Halloween Dead cats hanging from poles Little dead are out in droves I remember Halloween Brown leafed
NIGGA!) Get back homes, I'm back on my shit I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type' Comin out with a "Blade
castle! [MacBeth] By the gods! The witches prophecy come true, stay hold, I go! [MacBeth] Unleash the fury contained within. Each swing of my blade
a dead bargain, a "thanks for nothin, lowlife", and a start of "beg my pardon, "when a dust mite harbored spite it barely dents the cicada phase, blades
On my waist, there's a black Glock (black Glock) New girl moved on the block (on the block) She's been plottin on my brown cock (brown cock) Last night
, got the gun on my waist Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old, a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon the immortal brow
(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
I'm alone in the country Took a walk in the country All alone in the country Blade of grass in the country Sour mash in the country All the cash in the