I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With
I wouldn't be hittin' Yeah I would Cause the sex is too damn good If I ran who would I run to? It would be this soften womb So its off and on usually
Devilles Brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels Girl Im too for real Lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I
hump dead animals and antelopes, then theres no reason that a man and another man can't elope, but if you feel like i feel i've got the antidote, women
dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming Someone better get this
bein' mean to dad and made him real, real mad but I still feel sad that I put her in time out, sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin' to climb out I
that ho some clothes!! He don't buy me no clothes, Nigga ain't got no money, no vibe, no dick I mean, What do I got to be jealous for? He ain't gonna
I'm going first I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm
system flushed (Shucks) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say I call in to work, 'cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take
evangelist But I can handle this, I'm the rhyme biter crime fighter Caped crusader, taking care of undeserving lime lighters I think a living never
the evening You got my knees buckling and weakening Thoughts of nothing but freaking that I'm struggling to keep in And interrupt when I'm speaking I got
some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your
't I wouldn't be hittin' Yeah I would Cause the sex is too damn good If I ran who would I run to? It would be this soften womb So its off and on usually
I just remembered that I'm absent minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Coz I don't even remember
the streets I nine to fived it, We grew up, grew apart as time went by us, Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises, Now I feel the vibe I just
questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black Cotton
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I
I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But