Oh God, I think I'm dying And our drinks were just poured Look outside, someone's waiting With a yellow horse With a hole in the heart I was forced To
And cough a dying breath Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Feel the sun Burning through your black skin Pour me into a hole Inform
to keep 'em alive I'll never be denied watch on who you can find People around and they're proud looking for those Who obey dying like these killas defy
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last, it is in the? passionate clear shit! all my nigger want my.. the hip pop is dying
She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, calling her name and trying to find her She shot a hole in my soul, yeah I'm walking all over town
talk too much Every word is substance free You're the dirt on my collar You're the hole in my favorite shoe You're the last dying breath of love You
gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman Life is a movie, pick your own role Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying
thought he wouldn't know That's my dying where are the others nammy you beat And kept driven now in my heart they do a big hole 'Cos my little, little
see They didn't mention any casualties, no distinction between the real And the proxy only football analogies We saw the bomb hole, we watched the Super
elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying, and hoes
Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin' Why must this shit always involve dying
a murder murder fuckin wit them bitches We got I ain't grunted niggaz wishes, we vicious We pullin plugs on them niggaz who is dying slow Pumpin slugs
slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga was dying I'm finally
, who?) 'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the rollin' pin I felt a little like a dying
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in the season of Dying I trace the skull in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers
The hero is dead I put the newest hole in his head I want to be the enemy The hero is dead I put the newest hole in his head Bleed for me, we were
The black rain is falling Contaminating the ground The human race is dying The dead are scattered around What is the price of a bullet? Another hole