CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lost Soul
Pull up and shoot
Pull up and shoot 'cause that's what I do
Watch what I do
Watching your footing 'cause I be pulling
Up on your show hoe
These b*t*hes be stupid sniffing on greens sniffing my blow
Hoe
Getting real cold
Feeling your soul it's untouchable untouchable
Keeping me going
Look at these losers
Look at you cruising
Just look what I'm doing
I'm at the top
Smoking my greens though
You b*t*hes be mean though
I got no manners don't play me
You b*t*hes be stupid
Pull on your block and I'll spray down the heat
Giving a bit of a laxative
To all the bitter layman
So their colons are compet**ive
With what their mouths are sayin'
And I'm learning about the mystery
That all of life is tragedy
And what we call glee
Is just cessation of the misery
I'm grabbing a bit and I run in a fit
And I'm spitting a rhyme as I go
Knowing the price of being a poet
When the material is your throes
In the work of scribing rot
Describing thought
That all of Humpty Dumpty's helpers vainly sought
You's a lost soul (huh)
You's a lost soul (huh))
Spirit's gone cold
These pussies gon' fold
You's a lost soul (huh)
Using lost souls
These spirit's gone cold
These pussies gon' fold
I got MAC-10s
I got TECs
Shooting bullet holes b*t*h you gon' digest hoe
B*t*h got some off your chest
Put my hands all over her breasts
Hey take your final breath
Watch out how you tread b*t*h
Drugs all in my head
I pull the Glock and you'll be dead hoe
No lover for me but the sweat upon my brow;
No respite from soul's enc*mbrance can save me now;
Knowing the blood is mine to shed
So I pay the fare upon the path my feet do tread;
Chewing the cud of ken as if I am a cow
And wallowing not with pen like pen and muddy sow
Pull up and shoot 'cause that's what I do
Watch what I do
Watching your footing 'cause I be pulling
Up on your show hoe
These b*t*hes be stupid sniffing on greens sniffing my blow
Hoe
Getting real cold
Feeling your soul it's untouchable untouchable
Keeping me going
Look at these losers
Look at you cruising
Just look what I'm doing
I'm at the top
Smoking my greens though
You b*t*hes be mean though
I got no manners don't play me
You b*t*hes be stupid
Pull on your block and I'll spray down the heat
Giving a bit of a laxative
To all the bitter layman
So their colons are compet**ive
With what their mouths are sayin'
And I'm learning about the mystery
That all of life is tragedy
And what we call glee
Is just cessation of the misery
I'm grabbing a bit and I run in a fit
And I'm spitting a rhyme as I go
Knowing the price of being a poet
When the material is your throes
In the work of scribing rot
Describing thought
That all of Humpty Dumpty's helpers vainly sought
You's a lost soul (huh)
You's a lost soul (huh))
Spirit's gone cold
These pussies gon' fold
You's a lost soul (huh)
Using lost souls
These spirit's gone cold
These pussies gon' fold
I got MAC-10s
I got TECs
Shooting bullet holes b*t*h you gon' digest hoe
B*t*h got some off your chest
Put my hands all over her breasts
Hey take your final breath
Watch out how you tread b*t*h
Drugs all in my head
I pull the Glock and you'll be dead hoe
No lover for me but the sweat upon my brow;
No respite from soul's enc*mbrance can save me now;
Knowing the blood is mine to shed
So I pay the fare upon the path my feet do tread;
Chewing the cud of ken as if I am a cow
And wallowing not with pen like pen and muddy sow
