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Dead Mans Bones

fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans

[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed

crashing it Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit dead shit, got on some hed shit doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit dead

like here we go I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you worse Leavin' you feelin' dead an

[Buckland, Green, Kohn] Voodoo child says, "the answer lies with the dead- The blind will lead the blind- And night will give the blind man sight" Wolves

of the old ones Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were

gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead

! severely massacred, we really gonna laugh at ya, the mac milli blast at ya, you really run to Africa, stupid, sucker for love, home plenty, Nelson Mandela? we all boned

dead broke like JD, or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that play me, see im cool with the haitian mob niggas, then say "saapa sei my boolay",