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W A S P Come Back To Black

of Heaven [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black [Judah to Jesse] Our prodigal son [Disciples to Jesse] Come back [Judah to Jesse] Come back forever [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black

of Heaven [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black [Judah to Jesse] Our prodigal son [Disciples to Jesse] Come back [Judah to Jesse] Come back forever [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black

the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence

, get a dutch, watch "American Wedding" I like her cause she cool, graduated school Got a mean stick in pool Cut a nigga quicker than me she a fool When

wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see, I'm

shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin' [Hook: P

Come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, we got the beat to make the planet rock Come on, come on, come on, come on Just one We got the beat to make the planet rock Come on, come on, come on, come

You know the those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot

soul 4 G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back, it's hella heat for the funk A dear mutherfucker, a step