Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump Like it's way crunk, yeah Fake punks get they face lumped Sent to the most high, by the most fit You gotta do,
the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and
Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that sex good, he know it's great. (greeat!) I work them hips, I work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke, Put
son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the
hand off That white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part
you like the film projector Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces Scuffed knuckles
sittin mean Jewelry's shinin, ghetto cash, mastermindin Livin life inside the rough but shine like a diamond I'm tryna make it happen livin life day to day
in the bank no now don't no hoe throwdown like brat it aint no showdown for no crown im holding that face all over VH paid great till this day been
Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare Live for the moment, fuck atonement Explain to God when you see him [Unverified] lease a bigger day
it ripped into your ugly bitch ass face You ain't even begun to expierence drama muthafucka Your Mama Your muthafuckin big fat chicken faced assed Mama
put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off, when you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off recognise its the big faces that
the day comin when you fall off, when you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off recognise its the big faces that count, better yet
Is Stronger, I Smell Great, I Like From Methazine, Im In The Smell Race, And My Watch Remind Me Of 88, Because I Got Crack Rocks In The Watch Face Haha
great white you little tadpole, my moneys like a fat bitch she had a cash roll. Combination lock safe bread stash old, and white shit with small face
Couldn't hold the strings down Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt rough Anyway, kept on playing with all me might I could see Mum's hair was turning white And her face
you remember me that day When you've found a new one Who's better than I ever was? I'll be dead by Xmas now anyway Please give all my things away They'll make great
gone insane what is it about you that has commandeered my brain? maybe it's your awesome songs or maybe it's the way when I look at your face I can
The full moon's still up there like a great white balloon The owls are a-callin' and they're singin' my tune The night keeps a-callin', I wish the day
