go any freakin' place I want to And my Lear jet brings me home I got ladies by the dozens I got money by the ton Just ain't nobody better Heaven knows
the name right Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'Til my coffin top close and heaven
'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling each other, to get head in the bed Here I am, first born torn between heaven
[Sample] In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the Earth [Killah Priest (George Clinton)] (Never met a force) I am the one (Never met a force) (
off my dick I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue pacholies and rolies At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin' Squeeze
I die fuck it I want to go to hell 'Cuz I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
? When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie
just to get me this loot And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit When I squeeze
just to get to this loot And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, told you the script You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit When I squeeze
[Incomprehensible]? Just because of our telescopes and microscopes And the splitting of the atom, certainly not Science is but an organized system of ignorance There are more things in Heaven
hubbles and under suits I'm on a whole different level Leave you and the devil In the dust With a sign that says 'Heaven Or Bust' I'm not yo priest or
want you to be my toys I'm begging you please, young boys I'm down on my knees, young boys I'll take you to heaven, boys Young boys, soft and so kissable
me off until she lost all of her lipstick/ You know how it is when you ex-in on like seven of em/ With a stick of sherm n aterol, nigga heaven love em
banging' the deuce set, chokeandstrangle name it in two blex. It's the season of the siccness times three, spittin' the venomous IV fulla white weed. And my nine get a tight squeeze
niggaz got patriotic On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic Call 9-11, then call your reverend Then call Heaven, here I come Lord Live
Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone, would've been done If it wouldn't for thug holiday
How long is this gonna take? Woke up this morning kinda blue, Thinking through that age-old question: How to exit a whale's digestion? It might behoove me to be heaved