heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes Body drippin' with blood comin' out your nose Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for? More, only your sacred and
his nezzie shot You listenin to hip-hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than
Coincidentally, messin' up your mental state We making pens blow as if I'm sent to pay Me and my kinfolk pretend to Nobody can do it like your man, Mok My band
crowd, come to your town Smash the door down, trash the whole room Kick the walls in, night to mornin' Then we do it again, it's adrenaline You better
I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines Unless you wanna mess that is Your best bet is to set your dirty laundry separate From the clean before your
I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ? was willin, cause I'm strollin
better Than getting that saucy Trying to mix tequila With kamekaze and rossi Fudge brownies With ganja butter Then you wanna hit the bong Your
seats Now pop your bottles, blow your kush, fuck what your man say 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the band play If it ain't about money
go off Stand in place, walk or run, tap your feet, you'll be on the one Just snap your fingers and clap your hands Our DJ's better than all these bands
you knew in the past That passed on, they in Heaven found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than
a fiddle of gold against your soul I think I'm better than you" The boy said, "My name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'm 'onna take your bet, you
sometimes when it's your brother you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria While the band
you'll keep your man with a golden wedding band You better listen hmmmmm And if your sittin' there at home thinkin' how good you turn him on (chuckle) You better
your baby momma, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam big cheese big bread call that sh-t Low calzone I will break your
mula baby young young mulah baby you ready? Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin I know ya head hurtin' you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man just ask your
could be bitchy Do your research before you down somebody else Get off your high horse Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse Rakim, Get off your high horse Industry, Get off your
poorer For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer For better
supporting all my dogs When I'm in your town, can I pub crawl with ya'll? Go back home with your silky drawers baby doll Exodus insanus nocturnus Never your