up your fist If you love this shit Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin' my blade Tongue blade of fury
flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as near as me Look what you created, now you got me aggravated Gettin' braided, sittin' bladed, then I go hit
mind, trunk blow from behind Open up the fist see the glow and design, man So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation Shoulder blade and dislocation
blow from behind Open up the fist see the glow and design, man So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation Shoulder blade and dislocation,
trunk blow from behind Open up the fist see the glow and design, mayne So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation Shoulder blade and dislocation
Shower scenes A giggling tease And stupid magazines Spread a social disease Oh, worried girl Lady shave Don?t misuse that blade Lady shave Don't slip that blade
August afternoon has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves as they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade
all up in my business, shipping keys from state to state Triple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em down Razor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown
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
of the blade And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed Prowl through empty fields great Cain Rummage through the gutted storehouse now and lick the sweat from my brow
of heathens The shrine of the cross lights up the glade On the ground lie six bodies That have met their fate by pagan blade Hear the autumn thunder
It's D-E-V-L-I-N, your girlfriend thinks I'm handsome I'll brainwash your mind like Derren Brown or Charlie Manson You won't suggest I'm random when I
get it Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it When we come up we gettin' down, down, down Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown
blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters, Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip Candle wax, brown beamers to whip And jerk a
in the ceiling Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since I got my white suit pressed, out the cleaners X-ray shades, with hard shoes and some razor blades
and beats Hip-hop Glock poppin' hollow point heat What you boys need, I got it by the pidound Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down Sandy brown blades
talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state As I invade their masquerade They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
to the bone with your razor blade smile I watched you playing pool It's all around the school that I love you I love your gypsy hair and dark brown