the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil
Pizzle to come on and a I can do anything and everything with new flows Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole Me and my do-rag
me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and you're fallin fast You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass 'cause I'm out to rag shit
Maus, gats ready BLAOW BLAOW, black deadly, femme fatale Underground, rats in this rat race and black race cats sell out to the blackface and rag grin
told me, "Nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still it's like I see something, I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was
They want that black magic That savage with bad habits Grab at and stab rabbits The maggot that has cabbage But I'm at that fast status With swagger that's past average My glasses and rag
Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back Yo, I'm out Here comes The Predator There's somethin' out there waitin' for us Got my black rag showin' and I'm hoin',
me it's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
Car horns and rumba music Through the city's broken heart Is this the devil's Own back yard It was forty years ago That the gangster he fell To a rag
your soul drift in where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me
tale breath with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall, Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time
your major, so fuck you and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue +Dance With The Devil
body Ya got a space age mind You're a wildcat honey On a straight ace ride You can count me in on anything Ya made a deal with the devil With your rag
(kinky friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time
momma's porch Don't give a fuck about shit that's why I mellow Or maybe it's the fact that I'm kin to the devil A psychopathic nigga thats always quick
out there in the cotton Sun beatin' down so hard Sweat rollin' of this shovel Diggin' in the devil's boneyard Sure like a cool drink of water Soft rag
and now you're tickin away Tick, tick, tick, kaboom There you go now Used me as a tool You better slow down Talkin' behind my back ' that might Let me like use rag
love day but you come out at night While your thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' up a storm in you All the things you're thinkin' are they false, are they true You know the dipsydoodle rag
