As I Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death I Wear My Crown Of Thorns And Pull The Knife Out My Chest - Blog Posts

the shoulder you cry on; the dose that you die on and when the bullet went through it took more than just you he makes it a little bit easier to be haunted by you yo hollywood who? without my dawg deuce? don’t make me have to rhyme man the boy got juice in or outside this ain’t only in the booth somebody gotta die they gon wish they called truce kinda major on the track got truth gadjet got the facts if you faggots want proof you know it’s johnny 3 when you watch that body fall when you fuck with j3t he’s like “fuck it kill em all” ain’t no body bag boy we’ll feed you to them fuckin dogs i’ll keep on playing saint you keep beggin me to stop as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest i’m puttin 22 down while i’m pukin up blood you know i’m here to stay or fuck i’m gonna die young now my posse’s gettin big and my posse’s gettin bigger it’s 188 minus 1 you know the figure i can’t imagine getting old but i hope i get to be with you they’re right you really do know when you know and if he wanted to he would now i know why i’ve never been in love before you it was never meant to be mine cause you’re the right person so it’s the right time too drunk to open the delorean doors you're such a goregeous nightmare old habits never seem to go away you make me feel brand new yeah we resurrect its like ive come back to life