who hated me Hastily, all it ever did was motivated me They say I'm difficult, so to put it simply Tell the world I never cared it was against me Tell God
me in the way What a paradox, having God trapped in a box All this time professing to be spiritual Naturally pretending That I'm actually defending God
and my vestibule bang on my chest from bad sess Come and challenge or battle, get skull-fucked, but don't be sore God ultimately saves those whose motive
ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So i'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate
sought salvation in a TV set unemployed full of regret all you need is $19.95 and you can be as one with God, you can learn to feel alive be saved by
Mer De Noms 1: The Hollow Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming
I can see you're inner motive When you wear it on your face Indisposed to the world You won't let yourself be saved You're the hand that spins my revolver
Round, round, you're spinnin' round Your life goes round and round I got a reason to rap 'cause my God is King Just like a gospel singer's got a reason
bids Iced out homies only preserve thugs To get what's deserved or they deserve slugs If murder was the case that they gave me Dear God I wonder can you save
> Yo, yo I snatch up defeated troops in desert tim boots Camouflage like the sands I locate in iran For war be the issue Elite crews and God jewels
the people they say Everybody tryin' to get more power They're goin' in circles today I'm sick of this jive, gonna hop in my rod Gonna motivate clear
' baby? Honey, call me the Shady, maybe Construct the thinkin', we're turnin' to duckies bankin' No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave Captain save
again we??®e all fighting it through the day With one more obnoxious ass that??? raining on my parade and God only knows where I??? be without you to save
god to save us all? Then so we must repent! Wasting precious time defacing the place You got the world by the balls with no saving of face A fist
, see ya when I see ya And by then I know the motives, she bogus I noticed her jocking the rims on the Lotus I learned early to trust God when moms was
Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building And get caught, save
they merely paying lip service To your local guitar authorities? These and other questions Are raised in the following excerpt From Webb Wilder's Motivational