the shadows A drugged up heart that knows no sorrow Rescued from this deep dark hole Stick on these boots and sharpen the nails Time is nigh for you leather
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satan seller Man i get it shaking with a rapper bet you they surrender Stomp'em with the male ugg boots u can taste the leather Let dice shake with tremors
My conscience finally got to me Workin' sixty hours a week Leavin' her alone, bored to death at home So, one day, I asked off early I dropped that bottle
Microphone brings life or death in the blink of an eye i was born to provoke those born to die . i was conceived to beat all odds like las vegas . T-
stickin' niggas And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas I ran with life bidders and ice pickers Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas
My conscience fin'lly got to me; Workin' sixty hours a week. Leavin' her alone, bored to death at home. So one day, I asked off early. I drfopped that
shoulder grip concealed inside my leather camoflauge so I can ride notice it? Don't tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in you Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U I got bloopers of ya death
