Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

She kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo Yeah, girl, you knock me out See what you do Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe I’m out for the count You knock me right out Kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo It cuts right on my eye, yeah it hurt,

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest When it come to loving me she's the worst But when it come to being lucky she's cursed I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears

Come on little funny man, come on, come on! I would like to fuck you up the bunghole, and then I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and chew it up with my little pearlies.

Silent nights, for the rest of my life A devil in a midnight mass Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Violent knight cutting into your life (forgive me father) Won't make it right He prayed behind stained glass A memory of

They say that I'm dangerous If I were to tell, they'll kill me now Well imma cut to the chase Oh oh oh oh oh oh Chica bang bang Cause I be living like a rockstar What doesn't kill you makes you stronger every time

Panzers on a line from the Wehrmacht's spine Lethal grand design What about the men executing orders? Crazy madmen on a leash Or young men who lost their way? Grand illusions of the Reich May seem real at times Ad victoriam