One thing I despise is the Virgin Suicides Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat Meaning if you don’t have my dough “Imma blo fo sho” You better have heat when you hang with this villain Meaning that it’s cold when I’m chilling Catch a feeling Slipped in on a banana peeling I seen them dead on the floor But the blood skated to the ceiling I was like, “Yo, how’d that happen?” Chuck Taylor’s down gotta keep on rappen The one bullet the right place at the right time He turned a hell of a wave into a flat line My style don’t pump no blood It pump weed and gasoline Nikki Nickotine Man, XTC will twist your spleen Tell that to them freaks in them jeans “Know what I mean?” It’s kinda ironic make a phone call for the chronic And let my Tiger’s hold the Gin & Tonic Man, I curse so much it’s blasphemy But I do what the rap guys ask of me Half heart, half hustle, half heart If you don’t have hustle buy the punk here in the tussleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
