Thorsten Wingenfelder

a dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for years
a sickly smell of urine rising from her tights
two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead

what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout love
what a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
on an afternoon in the cemetery

millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land
in a fresh grave someone dug last night
the little chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry
and all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die

what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout
what a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
on an afternoon in the cemetery

And now we've finally reached the point
And you want to get it in
I guess that I should tell you
That there's just one little thing
Just a little journey I have to send you on
just to figure out where I'm coming from
And where you do belong

Around my world in 80 days
Maybe more if it pays
Around my love my evil ways
Around my world in 80 days
Discover dungeons of dispair
That is what you have to share
If you walk this way with me
But our love will make us free

Might be that you'll like it
Could be that you're shocked
But don't hesitate to open doors that seem locked
Maybe you'll find fear
Maybe you'll see clear
Maybe you'll find an open heart
So sincere
That wants you to be near

Far from home, but close to Marseille
Is a little cute town where we decided to stay
Everything was fine, and nothing that we missed
Where we spent our nights

At the Bar des boulistes

A pluspoint is, if drive a french car
And laugh about jokes of the second world war
But if you don't, Mr Fernandel will close his fist
And knock you out

Out of the Bar des boulistes

All our problems so far away
So we drank all night and we slept all day
For a beer drinkingGerman it's hard to exist
With French wine junkies

At the bar des boulistes

It's a sunny afternoon
I try to write a song
A little bit of this
And a little bit of that
On tape before it's gone
It sounds a bit like REM
And a little bit like Sting
Mix it in a bucket
Let's see what it might bring

All in all we're just brilliant thieves

It seems that something's missing still
So we add a piece of Cure
But now it's not hard enough
We're changing that for sure
Just a bit Metallica
And a little spoon of Clash
Ready is the Fury song
Ok transfer the cash

There's this emptiness I carry around with me
Just like a hole that you will never see
I wander in the sun but it's cold inside of me
I'm a monkey in the zoo but someone cut my tree

Hey God if you're really up there and I'm not alone
Just do me a favor
Bring me home

My oversized bedroom appears so small without you
I've tried it all from pills to gin but haven't found the clue
It's like someone has locked the door so I can't get through
To where the emptyness is wiped away by you

Hey God if you're...

between the stars we're sitting here
our wifes are having breakfast now
down on earth the skies are clear
oh how we wish that they were here
tell me what we're doing here
watching the dirty atmosphere
we're searching for a place
for the human race
out in space

down there's america
down there's africa
down there are still people who think
that mankind is the most important thing

we'll circle till eternity
around the world in minutes we
understand the history
the whole human catastrophy
good morning ground control

down there's america
down there's australia
down there are still people who think
that mankind is the most important

will my dog still know who I am
(get shaved and it'll be alright)
will we return to what we know
(everthing's gonna be allright)
but if you ask me I don't know
if I really want to go
back down there

down there's america
down there's asia
down there are still people who think
that mankind is the most important thing

down there glows america
down there glows africa
down there burn the people that think
that mankind is the most important thing

Everything has two sides, very plain to see
You walk alone beside the road
If you're asking me
Relations are so fragile, easy to destroy
And when the mess is done
It's all over boy
Money rules and money talks, that's what it's all about
Use your head as you got one
Please don't scream and shout
You've got lawyers in your background
We know they really hurt
That in the end you can be sure
They take all you get

Why do you want more than what is yours?
I guess enough is not enough

Feature is still unknown, you can't even see
The way that leads you out of here will bring you BACK TO ME
And when you try to sleep at night, there are numbers in your head
Paragraphs and bank accounts, you're drowning in your sweat
Hate will never help you out, where you brought yourself in
Some say you better cool your head, think about begin
To try to find the reason from where the trouble came
Before you start to suffocate
In your shame

You know I care a lot
I gave you everything I got
The little that I have
Between cigarettes and coke
I always find a joke
To make you smile
And sometimes when you're down
I will come around
To put your feetback on the ground

Cause you're in live with a clown

Your mom is not my friend
She didn't like the band
But that's ok with me
And the money that I make
Can't pay the China that I break
That's ok with me
And I always spill the wine
I never come in time
I forget to wash my feed
But I give you what you need
Life is upside down

Cause you're in love with a clown

I never promised you
Diamonds and pearls
Cause I would lose the
Somewhere in the town
You've searched so hard for the man of your dreams
And what is what you've found?

The love with a clown

Welcome to my little world
Piggys playing in the dirt
Children laughing in the sun
They all have fun
I'm sorry it's too bad
It's only in my head

Welcome to my little dream
Chocolate ice and lots of cream
You'll never hear an angry word
The cat loves the bird
Sorry it's too bad
It's only in my head

Welcome to my little world
Piggys playing in the dirt
Children laughing in the sun
They all have fun
I'm sorry it's too bad
It's only in my head

Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick - up
Take it down to LA
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up
Start a brand new day

The woman I'm thinking of - she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind
I hear her callin'

See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it stay
Can't relate to joy, trie to speak and
Can't begin to say

She got pictures on the wall
That made me look up
From her big brass bed
Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head

The woman I'm thinking of - she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind
I hear her callin'

See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it stay
Can't relate to joy, trie to speak and
Can't begin to say

I'm out in the street
I'm feeling pretty save
I don't know
Where to go
I miss the warm sheets
Of my narrow city cave
I'm driving slow
STOP AND GO

She said her love is deeper than I know
IS IT SO?
That's what I'm asking myself

It's ten past ten
I stop for some gas
A pack of cigarettes
And a chat with the moon
The city disappears
I'm counting the miles
It's cold outside
Tonight

She said her love is deeper than I know
Is it so?
That's what I'm asking myself
She said her love is stronger than herself
Is it so? Or am I just...
RIDING ON A DEAD HORSE...

Hello Europe here we are, everything is easy
Let's cross the border without stop
Italian pasta mixed with fine French wine would be great
My stomach knows no state
Blond girls from Sweden
And if that's garden of Eden
I think that's ok
Turkish dope found a license of the pope
Don't think that's the only way

Europe, Europe rules!
Let's have a drink in a ship of fools
Alright!

Belgium beer with a Jaegermeister - deer
That's why we're here, I think (this one's not for you)
And Swiss francs brought to polish banks'
That's life! A hard bone to chew
I don't want no Austrians be instructors
In my home I think there's something better
Spanish guitar combined with twenty German tubas
That won't work but it really doesn't matter

Europe, Europe rules!
Let's have a drink in a ship of fools
Alright!

Oh, it looks like a one way
I speed like from the line
You don't look around
So clear, clear is the target
Running up in the eyes
With no shoes on

You're like a vampire at sunset
Like a cannibal in the zoo
Like a snowman in a fur
SO WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO?

Turn around before it's all too late
You're GOING ONE STEP FORWARD
AND TWO STEPS BACK

You swim with the sharks
Diving in the deep sea
With laughing gas
So white, white is the snow
Easy to get and hard to rid of

You're like a gun without a trigger
Like a burglar on a grill
Like a soldier on a peace call
With the license to kill

[Intro: Melanie Rutherford]
Check the scene, pappas
Slaughterhouse, still standin
There was a murder last night
And the shit didn't really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story
Ohhhhhhhhh baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

[Joe Budden]
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listenin to hip-hop's finest
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this

[Joell Ortiz]
I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz
But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
I say that to say this
Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha
Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter
I'm not a made-up character
That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed 'em I will
All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will
Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real

[Crooked I]
Fuck you blood-suckin parasites
I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight
You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes
I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
I'm Eric Wright, I'm +Ruthless+, I terrorize
You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform
On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war
Inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!
And the desert eagle is "mi amor"
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store
Don't be comparin us to rappers
Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing
Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
Put my +Graffiti Bridge+ right +Under Her Cherry Moon+ (woo!)
We notorious, pushin them Porsches
Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors

[Interlude: Melanie Rutherford]
Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis
Royce, slow down baby

[Joe Budden]
This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
It's they fault nigga

[Joell Ortiz]
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
And what I release from my diaphragm
Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman
Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
For years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious

[Crooked I]
I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"
They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm +Tougher Than Leather-face+
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow, one medic away
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
I'm skippin the pick and the shovel
I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST
I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G
BOOM!

Ladies and gentlemen make some noise.
Aww shit, yeah.
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aiight, well I brought some friends with me too.

Eminem
Now I ain't back just for the sake of saying I'm back
I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black-out and
Relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo!)
Burp bubbles, attitudes immature and double shot of Bacardi, party vision is blurrin'
Woah-oh! I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh oh! You can call me R. Kelly, now urine/you're in
Trouble!

What's accurin' before, after, and durin' the show
There's no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', whoa
What is it wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow
Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a ho
Its pandemo-nium standin' O when you see him (Oh!)
Damn, baby you look good, you givin' me wood
You should, pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood

Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both break bread
While I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass
Who claims to be spittin' the same flames as me
I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn air bags on the dash
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a God-damn Jawbreaker in half

So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' ya ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap
And Just Blaze on the track
What the fucks more amazin' then that, slut? Answer me that
Royce where you at


Royce da 5'9"
I'm right here fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers
To pry apart you, lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired
Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the linin'
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69in'
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
[rapid gunfire] "FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!"

You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder
Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ, the Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns, blow your brains on your opposite ear
Then ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, evil, we go Alfred E. Newman, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito

(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo where the fuck you at

Joell Ortiz
I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light years ahead of my mic peers
Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I write fear
In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of "You Nice" wear
It's type weird cuz that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer...
Homie chill, listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel/Holyfield
And they bite ears...

I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV's
It's Mumm-Ra's well when you look at my pee
And this joint? (No exception) So just point (A direction)
And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines)
This isn't just an infection; this won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection
What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it

Aww, shit it I did it again when I lit up this pen, I emitted this phlegm
This time it's along side it Em-in-em
So tell a friend to tell a friend, bite a disgusting hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook

Crooked I
I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop
Get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop
Colored Maserati drop, in a body shop
Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molliwopped (Geah!)
I take your life to the 9th innin'
A knife in a gunfight... I love it, me and my knife winnin'
I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money

Man, all the bitches holla
They wanna drop my britches than jaw my dick to swallow
Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala
I bear more arms than 6 koalas (uh) As soon as I draw get sent to Allah
Bi-linguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Attila the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn
I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam (Blaow!)
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, a sound flyin', we do what you try to do without trying
(Slaughterhouse!) Cuz to us it's so easy, where's... "Jump-off" Joe Beezy

[Hook]
I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can?t win this fight
Hands together if you there tell ?em leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]
Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat
He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,
Vibrating and all that
I don?t wanna see no wall crack
I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I?m dope like them four packs
Sitting in, writes on my window sill
Making sure everything stays on chill
? wearing all white ? Sayin? pay yo bills
So that raw metaphor that I thought of before
I don?t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard ?so you off touring??
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
Looking at me like I?m something she aint never ever saw
So a one hour run somehow turned into 24
Wifey callin?, I hit ignore
My priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Hook]

[Royca Da 5'9']
(Nickel)
My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it
Plus I am awkward, uh
I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son!
I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers
I am red rum backwards
I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me
I signed a deal with my maker, Satan?s my record company
I got a k canon, I buy chincillas
My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon
Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon
The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing
I am the bank bandit
I got a buying problem
I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ?em

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
I?m talking, I?m talking,
He talks, I listen
GPS on my position
Just living, just hanging out with the opposition
Can?t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
Stupid, ya?ll, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public that I?m self-destructive
I aint looking for no help, f-ck it
Look for a way to get high
I?m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try
?
We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain
What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change
But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it
I don?t wanna be another n-gga with no gold
No fame, success, n-gga, no hope
Sleep in the corner in Soho
My uppers down, its no dough
F-ck it they aint put me under yet
Think what you wish I aint got one regret

[Hook]

[Crooked I]
My automobile is not a Bentley
He knows that my pockets empty
The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me
Standing on the block, you should not offend me
I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don?t think the spirit of God is in me
Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating
I heard you got a safe in your crib so I?m there waiting
Nobody safe in your crib, when I?m in that staircase I?m bare-faced
Possessed by what you possess, I?m hell raising
And I just left somebody?s father a quadriplegic
Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt
He did not believe it
He?s losing blood and I?m cold blooded like I?m anemic
I need a doctor I?m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret
Or see a Priest and I might just chill
Or will I blow ?em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill
Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will
I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

[Intro: Brick Tamland]
LOUD NOISES!!!!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons, I jump back into the public eye
And squirted lemon juice in it by now you just wish I’d fucking die
But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by an executioner
Of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what’s happening guys? They told me to shit
I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said fuck you with a capital I, look who’s back to antagonize
You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit better get to the back
Of the line, You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot
I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go..
Go 'head, space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind
That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling the clip
With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap
On the real, it’s a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms
And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie
Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch

[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid
Ability to bring (?) it’s a no brain bout boy
Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn’t handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here
Nigga I’m on fire yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream
One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big old nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I’ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that’s how you body a fucking beat

[Voice]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
´Nah get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the jaw drop
Oh oh that’s that yo that’s YAOWA
When I drop I go outta space
Blackout like Darth Vader’s face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds
It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
I’m not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at
New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit
You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
Ain’t married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they’ll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul
Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all
Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Why don’t you let me come ? I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy ? deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

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