fuck ain't none of youre bussines What I lick or suck man mind youre bitchness And that's bitchness, not ? You ain't proffesional punk, youre a pimp's assistant you ride shotgun
the same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home, when I'm home Take me home He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun He stacked up
switch watch it bounce up good grief Meet me in the elco with gold leaf RIM big pimpin' like Filmore slim Tinted rim Mista Grimm rollin' shotgun hop
people confide in the person that they sleep with I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh) I can't describe the feeling I get You was riding shotgun
cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I can deal in actions, yeah I could sell you this finger, maybe you would get the message
Baby Gimme a sign A message coming throug With all we're Leaving behind I miss you I want to know about you I want to live around you But it's easy to
code sensors reject old genetics I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics I was injected with sodium pentathol and questioned I relayed the message
I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you
't you know how I stand up? You're brainless if you've got one Wasting it, they're here to take us Now I'm louder than a shotgun Load it down and don
a shotgun blast to his chest We're the victim of a criminal We're the victim of a criminal The victim of a criminal A message so serial I ain't down
foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords lights and eyes shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the run double barrel shotgun
could be a star for a week Across the country he's been stealing cars Playing cat and mouse like a hero on d-day Shoeless boy, this is shotgun baby
-a-Lot] I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that one to make you tapdance with a shotgun On
Street Sinatra, here to tease the shoppa Yuk and Tech nigga Godzilla and Mopra Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya Pop the glock to get the message
't let go Feel the fire burnin' slow You better get it while it's hot now babe Cause I can't let go Don't need a wedding with a shotgun, shotgun So don
Prada (Prada) She go and shop until she drop, she know Don Dada got her (got her) But she not shotgun in the slab, oh no I got a shotter (shotter) He keep that shotgun
End Can We Just Walk Away From Perfect Daylight Surrounded By Our Caved Memories The Land Is Thirsty For The Taste Of Recognition Of Those Bearing Shotguns (Bearing Shotguns