Dull Element!

It will never be peace until I raise the murder rate Leave the scene in pieces trail of smoke in the fucking wake I have to get’em sorry bro I was brought up this way send addy what's the way to his house its show and tell time it's no more haha when a ra ra nigga raises his nine heinous intentions, his family gone hate me when I'm finished but the grave digger gone make his percentage one less nigga living believe me I'm not for play play cross me you better pray pray if you owe me better pay okay, family hungry gotta fix up a plate why are you trying to hinder my pursuit of happiness must be cray you trying to kanye me, watch the throne before I go, Ham turn beef to chopped-up asada wild out like the son of sam But I'm more mike larry, willie Beamen than tony montana me pulla trigger to end a nigga probably never I'm way too cleaver to end up with chains around my collar locked up in a cellar no cellular that a peculiar predicament to be in not for the fair weather type I'm too skinny to be fighting my celly-wasting youth prison stripes are all hype street life doesn't come with a 401K if you go away how you gone ask her to stay