Hey, do what you want but don't do it around me Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all goddamn day A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing
hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with
: hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid
nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?)
Make sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you
What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what he mean because we live
telephone Your mum said you weren't home She called you on the telephone Your mum told you weren't home Oh mama, what did you do? what did you do?
Welcome, we love you, we hate you We love you, we want you, we need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore, you're a sinner
on religion yeah why do we all search for love like we got cupids addiction why with politicians you can?t tell the truth from the fiction why do we pollute where were living
Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin and sin and killing what
No Bother Run No Dubplate Next To Me Unless You Want Your Date With Destiny Some bwoy a run up dem mouth but, truthfully dem no tell you nothing
keeps stickin' Now, what's really known as a radio cut? When you can say and you can't say (Shit, fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you
say a prayer, your religion's all you got I know what I'm supposed to know But I dont know when I gotta go I gotta go Somebodys callin me You see what
do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what's this?) I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?) He tells me to do this shit
of god is just a front That justifies this modern day witch-hunt Your bigoted religion is what you trust But your sick god doesn't govern us
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never
, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never know