not to bother with makin' another bomb 'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm
you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood
honkin' the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see
apart Piece by piece, limb by limb Until nothing remained And his blood melted into the ground below The gallows was made from a tree created by God The man's blood
the stoop at the park Where the family and students are Confused, in awe They gape into each others arms IT?S MURDER! New absence from a mothers arm
I feed my uncle dope in his arm I testify to every word wrote in this song Except the 5th Commandment, thou shall not kill I obviously ignored it 'cause my blood
my Divine Comedy the finest since Dante Cape scrapes the floor dark prince the Impaler The order of the dragon Prevail no failure Slain all the vain overcame with my sabre Maintain and let the blood
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
here with flow I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe Well cool young brother and just slow you roll 'Cuz your arm
whooping Leave your body looking like you was raped And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket 'Cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm
Represent my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project park hill (tang-o-phonics number one) You represent that project murder west brighton now born Arm
spit it clearly to roast y'all niggas, feel me? Gangster, life of a don my icon Sling on my right arm, rubber grip tight in my left arm Body suited
the Revelator trippin off of acid The desperate man with a handful of Tarrots I'm the ghost of Mozart, possessed my arm The blood of Tupac drip from the
] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood
Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says With his bare hands he stood all of us off And if he had weapons... Golden Arm never uses weapons Says he
of makin' you snap the necks And chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin' my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues Blood tears
arm's length of the Ruger Life's a bitch and I feel her Ain't nobody iller, but there go Godzilla Catch me blowing vanillas Used to be blood money, now