she don't seem to worry I don't seem to mind We don't need to rush, little girl Take our precious time You know when you get there You know just what
: she don't seem to worry I don't seem to mind We don't need to rush, little girl Take our precious time You know when you get there You know just what
long and we've been down and out without laughter No smiling just tears We're tired of falling down and being such a disaster We've been here for years
at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause
destruction, disaster Everybody tryna' rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryna go platinum 'round 40 years old The Lord
, It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that [Helter Skelter] Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick
I can't keep this together And I might lose this year I can't get through December And you know all my fears Someplace, somewhere behind me I walked
up And I'm pissed off 'cuz I can't find a decent vain The disaster wit dreads I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul
of triple-X when you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "Freddie Foxxx goes next" Those beholdin the words of a master find mental disaster, as I kick
a long journey But they say your life's path is not about the destination It's all about the journey, I appreciate y'all It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
It was the year 1095 in the heart of France Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land "Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!" "Destroy
turn one key to a hundred G's,then summer,summer breeze, someone please know i live for ya, throw on the wife beater like that to live for ya, a few years
shocked at the Hospital By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating When he's rocking the table while I'm masturbating (Hey!) You waited this long so stop debating
capillaries Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury I'm abolitionary, wishin' the judiciary Say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary Peoples gon' rumble as long
rhymes are that strong, last long Just like the coppertop battery You think I'm dope, come on, don't flatter me 'Cause I been hearin' that stuff for years
rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down the long stairs
blew earlier during the champion?s back swing at the 18?th tee off. Well now his caddy and friend of 25 years, Mr. Skipijankings, is doing every thing
