Devoid of faith, we have been forced to walk the path that no one takes. Been raped and left to take the pain.A life amongst the flames. For what?For
cellular phone See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job Call him trash, he supplies for the
to my every day: a fuckin bloody mess If you think you know, you don't "to Jesus with love" A cracker ass rapper is talkin his revenge Josh Says hes coming back again (I talk
You talked a lot of trash and you lied to me But Babe, you never even tried Ohh oh oh oh You can hold my heart for ransom But you'll never own my soul
time You talked a lot of trash and ya lied to me But babe, you never even tried Oh, oh, oh You can hold my heart for ransom But you'll never own my soul
type talk Hailstorm across the face Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand Covered in coal with no hands Swallow your soul
sell all their Trash to each other but they're sick of it all And they're bankrupt on selling Well, all of the angels They'd sell off your soul for a
talk of the future like it's already the past They talk of the future like today will never last Talk of the future while their diggin' through your trash
Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' Well
hear him talk The coldest story ever told (I'm going all the way in on this one right here boy) Somewhere far along this road (Yeah, Gutta) He lost his soul
nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
Took a pass on the pass I'd be leaving right now Newsflash, I'm causing a commotion Jump back, I'm poetry in motion, think fast, talk trash Well I ain't talking
forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, ahh Talk the trash
at the oars Rowing on to glory land And sitting in the stern Singing hymns and talking trash Is my broken guardian angel The ghost of Johnny Cash Well, Johnny's quoting from the Bible Well
They talk about the future like today will never last Thay talk of the future while they're diggin' through your trash Taxman come to remove your cash They talk
'em If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em 'Member talkin' over the loud sounds when the wind blow 'Cause the trash bag's replacin' yo' car window
roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes Break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garby
