on the thing Until I'm lying on the thing Hooked to wires and things I'm a die as a king If I don't Do it now I'm a try it again When I do accomplish
[Chorus:] Where my chicks All my girls that'll transport bricks Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips Keep a real good jean on ya hips You can get it And
this bitch, Mildred He's amped with it he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he Emcees will get fricasseed on the grill, then
could sit on the brink of this world is all asleep and i have no apologies i breathe keep my sight on what we ride on let bygones be bygones the migraines
now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It
? (You got hate in your blood) Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs (You got hate in your blood) If you're sick of seeing artists, it
It's like clockwork, movin, the hands of time Four MCs, four minds combined in rhyme(x3) And it goes,like this I'll take it straight to that face plate
swine and overfed and put to sleep And while the media elite decrees what to think I am wide awake on the edge and on the brink So when atlas shrugs
see that it's not me It's all in your head It's in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your It's just inside of you It'
y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there
never learned how to share or to care But to hope - and hope Instead of feeling down And that's how it is On the other side of town I live on the other
are exploding All around us as we speak (Chorus) And oh, it really makes me think How low will you sink? It?s a ship and we?re going over Teetering on the brink
battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete
Thou mayest indeed Tune onto the forbidden channel And see it like it is baby You should be a champion Never fall on me Deceit, deceit, deceit Getting
key to the world It's all too easy buying items on your wish list, it's easier than you think But trying to fill the luxury gap has pushed me to the brink
guts The top is off the box is gone The puzzles laid out on the floor I've held the piece in my hand I know I've seen it here before Empty space, incomplete
is closing in on rancid magnanimity you starve me to the brink of ail then formulate your drugs to me you serve it up as love but it's a grotesque felony
All Your Ass Can Musta You Make Me Sick You Make Me Ill You Make Me Sick You Make Me Ill You Make Me Sick Make Me Ill You Make Me Sick Make Me Ill