were feeling sorry A word from Will would always bring a smile Yes, Will Rogers was a country boy One of Oklahoma's favorite sons The nation claimed
active in the NRA (National Redneck Association) We scouted a location where we had no doubt We'd kill the biggest buck in the world (About a 34 pointer
a radiant day Lost in the roses, ill-lycid psychosis You gave us hopenosis it's fucking psychosis Hopenosis Actor walks on the flood lit stage Embellishing lies, just for show Entrapper of nations
a fist of rage, in a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack
ground And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived On the day the wall came down The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up
out my chair when the shit hit the bassment look this aint just a song its a statement my intent was never to exploit my descent when it went national it was a
the white tee wit my cig lit I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late
fuck with the status I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad See ya style is softer than a love balad, don
Nipsey International* Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up im at the airport with two bottles or more and a
Culver you When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver
Pop, I think you're a fuckin homo Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit Like how to
I think you're a fuckin homo Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit Like how to
even get a head start As his close-up comes cascading down from above The eyes of a nation in love are looking on all of their hopes held up And the
back and playin it to perfection we call it the game blow rhyme a lit on the field smile like donovan you stay a while let me work up on your confidence
way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me Another nation inside a nation
Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit Hit the
lit up from the place where we hit 'em In the wrong hair dresser have you leavin' in an ambulance stretcher Xzibit heard a thousand strikes I give a
what happens when you don't recognize hipanic and blacks Blessed by the nation, cause I'm expecting to blow up More than tevin cambell is expected to have a