Lyrics
[Intro]
oh baby
what have you done
oh lord
look what I've become
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[Chorus] x2
For all those wishin' it would rain,
I came down and showered on your grave,
this aint nothing, it's a hollow to the face,
so watch what you say and swallow all your pain
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[Verse 1]
I was suppose to change up, came with the same stuff,
f*** it, guess It'd be better if I gave up,
but give in has never been my attitude,
I gotta get back up tired of bein' on this latitude,
the world's on my shoulders glad my neck is strong,
me givin' up ya'll nuts lookin' like hexagon
what's left to wrong, bad seed planted firm,
slipped threw the cracks of this planet earth, waitin' for the stat's confirmed
and now it's lookin' like a new day,
playin' with loose change, lookin' at the blue rays
not DVDs, the sky, my, how the view's changed,
can't wait to get out, got the itch like a toupee,
resume hate, walk or pace with a rude face,
while I sit on this thrown and consume grapes,
and you can stay - a raisin in the sun,
bitter pill taste and your done, just placed in the gums,
take it and run, this... this the Theifs Theme,
now go out, take whats yours, f*** the Street Team
you can act *flyer, desire's the best trait,
and if this a leg race, I G-5 out the Jetway
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 2]
Pray and pray for my downfall,
stall, is all they do... call, install more troops,
it's a brawl that ensues so desolve like Pepsi,
or you can freefall like Petty, better yet like Levees,
damn, they really washed 'em ashore,
and threw em in FEMA trailers where toxins were stored,
now they coughin' and sore, ill and sickened in the brain,
like doing dishes after they been pissin' in the drain,
wishin' for some rain, better get on, wear a slicker,
the world's going to hell, so prepare the liquor,
only fair I get first, f*** it, let's share a pitcher,
til we all a foot in the grave, impaired and bitter,
I'm Twisted, Sister just ask Dee Snider,
TNT writer, cops listen and scream "seize fire",
or they'll release priors to squeeze tongue,
rather they poke open my top like Capri Sun,
so tired of beef but stay with the hate, watch,
I'll put A1 on 'em & I aint talkin' the steak sauce,
nah, a Skateboard to the face, squash
in his nose, it's give and go til your frame's chalked,
I never thought, I'd rap on a premade beat,
and keep it down low like a bean bag seat,
you emcee and you can hear a feather fall,
so ya need to hang it up and call it tetherball, end it all
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[Chorus] x3
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