Laulunsanoja:
Fucked Up Ship Of Fools

hit his mark, his opponent makes the rules. He's a servant to the story and a gallery's confines, drifting on a sea of words, trapped on a ship of fools

still the same, fuck with us, we bang them brains. It's like suicide, nigga do or die, when ya fuckin' with mine. We gon' ride. In the end, somebody

money back up into my flip Some to the side in case them people run up in my shit Chopper up all the time with two taped up clips And if you come fuckin

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece The opposite

up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up Obey to shut the fuck up

hands up Throw the hands up, niggaz Throw the hands up, bitches Throw the hands up, bustas Throw the hands up, hustlers Throw the hands up, whores Throw the hands up

it gangsta Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck

bigger ditch, ah Fool I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like

up Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up