Sangtekster:
D B S If The Music S Loud Enough

] i'd rather eat, i'd rather sleep, i'd rather smell my fucking feet, i'd rather die, i'd rather do chorus, then walk inside those double doors, i'd rather

as i walked inside i donned a smile that wasn't mine, i need to leave it behind. my eyes were stained red, cuz i was crying again, now i just need a

violence, it gives the opponents means to retaliate, it does nothing but promote violence, it's just another excuse to fight. everyone's gotta be a hero everybody's

sometimes i sit around and make up problems in my mind, 'bout nothing in particular but then i watch t.v. but i am not really watching instead i'm thinking

there's a kid who's full of hate and he's sitting all alone, to a 14 y/old kid the world can be so cold. he's got crowbar in his left hand and a switchblade

s gone If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they diet on She's the type rich men will give money for some action Said, she's light skinned and

my bitch in the truck My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up What if that was P. Diddy

prizes all around you, If you're wise enough to see: The delivery boy's on Wall Street, And the the usherette's a rock star- [BYCK] Right, it's never

and my bitch in the truck My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up What if that was P.