rode the ferry with. My larynx is imperative to live, music's what I need, boy. Destroy all of these fake me's, they decoys. Everywhere I go, these companies give me free toys. These random strangers
Brett Favre. A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four. You see my figure more or less stick some more. I invest in my larynx and lungs and this voice I project. My pro-ject is like what pros
flesh with it. 'Til your larynx and neck are split. With these lyrics, weapons expert with. Like hair extensions, extra clips. And you're scared to effin' death of it. Bitch, you're starin' at a legend
embarrassing (What?). Like David Carradine found with a pair of jeans at his ankles and belt 'round his larynx. I know, it's a scary scene. They're coming with everythingLittle people are trolling me (Ha). They
