: My skin, it feels one size too small My body aches and my senses fade away I see it now, it's crystal clear When night descends the wolf inside me
My skin, it feels one size too small My body aches and my senses fade away I see it now, it's crystal clear When night descends the wolf inside me looms
the wolf Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I howl and I whine, I'm after you Mouth is alive, all running inside And I'm hungry like the wolf Hungry like the wolf
Got to survive Inthis man maniac downpression Got to survive In iration They say roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Some are wolf In sheep's
to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to Howl, howl Howl, howl Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack My blood
on their knees Passed the bowl around And the blood, the blood, the sacramental blood And the boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf
's hard to tell the difference But we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's
ya skull tucked inside the storm It's hard to hide if your warm, blooded, we sense heat Predators that feed off flesh to make ends meat Here's a guarantee
hole in his nose, wind blows Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's
of gods seed With royal blood flowing thru her jeans Answer would come to her in her dreams The child you bare is a king He's the heir Magnificent chair
charges It's often injury Floss and force my entry This peninitentiary Knockin niggers for centuries It's elementary Like KRS and evidently Incidents They all stress I'm lawless That's
you from, homey It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her
J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style Fashion of the 2000s and beyond Voodoo, chicken and magical wands "Let's meet contestant number one.He's
makes your mother's blood crawl Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes And where you get a jacket from God above knows It's lucky for me lad your daddy's
Yeah No introduction is really needed But it's, the Bishop Don, Magic Juan, chairman of the board Of famous playa's everywhere! Playas, playas, playas
Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles grands slow dick in yo mouth And when you hear that moan he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what
and get banged quickly Two inch wounds duke, must've thought you were bulletproof Realizin' theirs shit you couldn't do When you come face to face with the most hated Drive by's if there's
