know ya fuckin with a Rebel soldier You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of the thugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never
it start illuminating Do your damage do it talk your talk and mutilate me Money talks, me and Ben always communicating I know your probably thinkin why he talkin
never know, make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo! (This beautiful moment in music!) And don't get too close, make no mistakes about it I let
own malpractice Everybody talk about their past Like today's mistake is gonna be the last We wanna see behind your mask Like we ain't got our backyard to trash
m not the only misfit posting, blogging, hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime to commit your fiction trash talking
my music while I move the crowd but now I gotta struggle day by night and night by day stuck with all these problems and these games people play word [Talking
your class Cause you come out with a blast But you're trash, so you really don't last They not HOT, all they do is talk a lot That's not HOT, where'
put the pieces inside trash bags So she'll be wreaking like a fags ass With flesh covered in leeches And throw the bags away In various trash bins in
If you got plex with Slim, I suggest you stay sober No time for slip up's, no room for mistakes I go to war with you cakes, talking bout I'm fake Y'all
to punch you dead in your face We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real Test if
do any of hope for redemption Or are we are merely biting our time down to the lonely conclusions Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through
to say only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day to Bible bash evangelising in the street looking like a tramp who collected trash
? Why don't you wanna be better? Yeah, ooh, baby, ooh, baby, baby, ooh What you, what you talk, he can walk in his shoes, yeah What you talk, he can walk
m not the only misfit posting,blogging,hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime to commit YOUR FICTION TRASH TALKING
ya fuckin with a Rebel soldier You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of the thugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss