of despair. An evil prince eats a steamin' pig. In a chamber, right near dere He eat de snouts an' de trotters foist!. De loins an' de groins I'd soon re-spersed. His carvin' style I'd well re
beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th. Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks. Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock. I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch. I like
Intro. Death is life is death is life. Is death is life is. Verse 1. They're carvin' my name in the grave again. The flowers are fresh and their faces wet. My body has died, but I'm still alive. Look
