Well,
okay.
Ah,
I'ma get going inside and bite your side
YUM!
Bitch, we are not the same
* your Philly, * your chain
This is really loaded, bitch, it's not a blame
If you wanna know the worst thing
Then you don't have to be here long to feel the world's sting
Uh-oh!
I find peace in the corpses of those who try to face down in my wake
I build their souls and bodies in the dirt with my knife
And in my enemies' sleep So long to my death,
but need no sorrow from
me
How should we shaggy in that?
How should we shaggy in that?
You can figure out what's next,
I'ma slip in and say
And this might put that boy to rest!
You can * what you can't say, not on my spot
Have to * up your mind,
I'm not a lot It's just my desire to see these dollars drop
You be the god of your world,
not the god of ours
God loves the moon,
not on the pyramid Treat the sun and that * like it's a suicide
But we do,
there ain't no fear in that Pull up on your bitch,
I'll let you all get inside
How should we shaggy in that?
How should we shaggy in that?
You can figure out what's next,
I'ma slip in and say
And this might put that boy to rest!
Thank you.