you breathed it in, no give it to him. Lives dedicated to nothing and nothing is what is left. Some shall burn forever for there are worse things than death
women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I over stand the mental poison That's even worser than
grenade in they pussy The I start stranglin' babies See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic But if by chance we kill each other our
a local tribe had killed a racist mayor's son He'd been on death row since 1958 The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig Spit on Indians and lots worse The old
niggaz didn't wanna see me last But I won't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar
, Bronx regulators Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS 'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than
'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight
survive and the strong die Where beef collides **** happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst and what can be worse Than a verse
schemin' And now it got them generations facin' deseases That don't kill you they just got problems and complications that get you first Yo, it's getting worse
conscious life is quite grim If I can't escape than I'll die in my sleep 'Cause the cliff is to steep and the waters to deep Sound familiar bad dreams can kill
bombs at And I tell niggas fuck that car jack Take the roley out the air put the don back Can?t wear shiny suits on combat Guess I got personal beef, you worse than
I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight
I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell 'Cause I ain't beggin' for my life, ain't nothing worse Than this cursed ass hopeless life, I'm troublesome
the state I guess You better hide nigga truth is near An' you know just as well I do You ain't no killer, so kill that you wouldn't kill if you had to
kid Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter I'm even better than before, iller metaphors Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one
worse, 'til death do you part? I do Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer For better or for worse, 'til death
feel like they position is better than mine But I stay on a mission, I'm on the grind Takin' no prisoners I can see 'em gettin' mo' cheddar than mine
we gon pick? it a be mo than a man can imagine havin, damn it, 17 hot ones at yo skin grabbin, worse than a mutant stabbin, see my ward got drama and
