[00:19.008]My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow
[00:21.633]I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
[00:24.739]But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
[00:27.309]Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
[00:30.712]I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
[00:33.508]These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
[00:36.850]I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough
[00:39.787]So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs
[00:43.145]I choke mics like asphyxiation
[00:45.484]When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin'
[00:49.196]Shit yeah, I'm a basket case and
[00:51.534]I master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted
[00:55.120]'Til my assassination
[00:57.235]'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
[01:00.335].44 mag's fascination
[01:03.258]A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then—
[01:06.946]Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog
[01:09.862]That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw
[01:12.820]Bitch you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability
[01:15.610]To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty
[01:18.821]Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility
[01:21.257]Attack your facility then it's back on my killin' spree
[01:24.434]Jigga and Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me
[01:27.349]While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary
[01:30.491]The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery
[01:33.408]I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery
[01:36.673]It could happen to him or me, rather the other way
[01:38.997]Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate
[01:42.259]Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12
[01:45.621]We funk flex more noise than C-shell
[01:48.633]Ya faking Linails we big in Delas
[01:51.273]We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas
[01:54.537]Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence
[01:57.260]Y'all lack talence, in fact y'all all off balance
[02:00.634]I'mma say it like this, you short like the doors
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