your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh
we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment, and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen... great
cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the man with the
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah
s become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then
i had one there was a good chance that i had one oh yea there's a chance that i had one oh yea there's a chance that i had one yea i'd sloth around in
range Anit nobody got to cheer for me mayne Don't go no where cause after the game [Chorus] [Z-Ro:] I'm a one man army I don't need no help my nigga
bleeped out the song] [Master P Talking] Yo Silkk and C-Murder just remember as brothers blood is thicker than water and can't no man women or object
body bites the dust, Fly ain't tryin' to give this up In God we trust I'm true to this game til' Fly bust Til' my body bites the dust, I ain't tryin
whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh,