(fenkes) all animals they want us to, they want me and you to depart so hold me, tear me, in your spare time apart a wolf has friend and his friend
he?s reached the deadend of the rails walks off the beaten track Henry is a lonesome man from a hundred years ago grown up in a time of change never
you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed but I never asked you to explain me that your heart is like this of a girl from mars while
save the heart of your darkness for me I won?t mind you for a dance or two I?m in love but you seem to be stoned, too they shut it down for a certain
I?ve been dreaming of the needle again I wasn?t even dreaming of you the horses in the stable went crazy back then blocking your fuzzy ways too who
leave Ice, I want you to come" This girl meant business I had no doubt This is just about the time that the Ice passed out The next day I woke, the
like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope this something that you never forget Tie that freak outside next time you come
I ain't the nigger to step to I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has its sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time
are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time
when it's really time to show some tactics The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards Put 'em all in body bags and caskets Drop 'em in the river
sittin' at my home, all alone Thinkin' 'bout bitches I use to bone Tight young bitches, I can't deny Rat-haired bitches, I can't lie The bitch had body
morgue, to go indentify her body Sonny boy is goin on the strip Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time
body Contemplatin' rollin' up the stroll like a trolley Wants fast money like Three Card Molly Oh, look now, here comes Holly Look at that smile, look at that body
the fully operational, hand held tote Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more More than thousand times
I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I'm seeing body after body
