Repossed I'm under, I am nowhere A solitary way Huge success you never gave away What if I were high What if you were evil What if I were high What if
done carring my mother this train This Train done carring my mother,my mother,my father,my sister,and my brother. This Train done carring my mother this
thick dick yellow nigga he lived in the basement and he sell weed to the drug dealers run around the hood n now youre mother fukin high?? rather die than
shitting on all my ex's especially, ohohohoh I'm dumb high, dumb high, yeah throwing West side bitch I run my, so slow it down like I got my thumb high
ticket to the sky. (chorus) I've got my one way ticket to the sky And happy, oh, happy am I Walk with Jesus in the Holy Land Shake my, my dad and mother
gets mine But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields And holy steel, a nigga keep it real You know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high
like God just blessed me With two new brothers Cause' I look to the cross And I ask for proof of it To the father, to the son Holy spirit and the mother
Johnnie Bailes, Walter Bailes I've got my one way ticket to the sky happy oh happy am I Walk with Jesus in the Holy Land shake my my dad and mother's
Oh, yes he did My pride and joy, called her butter When she bake a cake, I told her we be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother See
Happy New Year Pa, rum, pum, pum, pum Rum, pum, pum, pum Silent night, holy night (Silent night, holy night) Silent night, holy night (Silent night, holy
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
herself on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy
The blood flows Desecration of God's holy shrine Armageddon Hahahahahhahaha Pandamonium burns in the night The Hell spawn Celebrations at Sabbats galore Unite with mother
all you gotta do He'll take care of you, now all praises due All praises due to the Most High (To the Most High) To the Most High heed your prayer to
through the sins of their fathers Shining on down on good sons and daughters We were true believers that this song of gold Was a high holy fever that
paint, throwin' elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies
mc's are sending robots back in time As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born, be warned You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine
