But then came trouble Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground It's only gonna let you down Come the lightning and the

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Yep Yep Yep I don't really humans that much these days Hmm shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dawgs more than I trust humans Shit, nothin' like that dawg love I tell you Not just any dawg, gotta be a Pit Bull Yep, that's the only dawg for me (Cough,

All this drip on me (Pluto) Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah) Keep it on me like ID (Future) Ain't no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz) You can't control my temper (facts) I'll take your ho then pimp her (pimp

What will become of me? I need you like I need satisfaction I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar Salam in this, channeled through

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

But I don't mind No I don't mind (I don't mind I don't I don't mind) Beautiful monster Beautiful monster (beautiful monster) No I don't mind I don't I don't mind In fact I like it Though I'm terrified She's a monster (she's a monster) And I need her (and

It's so cold, it's so cold And it hurts like heaven Still I won't let go You, ooh, ooh Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park Do you ever get the feeling That you're missing the mark? Written up in marker on a factory sign

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs