have the world and still have this hate / Give me the music that kills / It's the only thing keeping me / From killing you motherfuckers physically /
the crowd, see painted faces all around me, Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin' Y'all know my lyrics, spit that shit
me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive I found
and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers
cowards You say you grind everything But I double the hour Cause I be killer words so deep: dedicated While I work you sleep The rule is: more slumber, no music
say, "We for the children" Nike make a killin' off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that
that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning not to trust those cats I'd kill
on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common Now that ain't common
feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than
you that money that you askin fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes That's why we here your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that
me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna Be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers
Only at the beginning of the radio show was it mentioned that this was fiction. People tuning in later had no idea it was not real. They thought that
You say you grind everything But I double the hour Cause I be killer words so deep: dedicated While I work you sleep The rule is: more slumber, no music
