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Главная » 2009 » Март » 17 » Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder - Independent's Day (2007)
Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder - Independent's Day (2007)
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Every Man Has A Breaking Point 
No Matter Who They Are 
And Nothing Seems To Push A Man To His Breaking Point 
Faster Than The One (One) Woman (Woman) 
Right Now You're Gonna Hear About Three Individual Men 
The Dealer, The Player, And The Addict 
And How A Woman Drove Them To Their Breaking Point 
Out Of Line? Out Of Their Mind? You Decide 

Hey Im Just Callin You Again For Like The 85th Time 
I Got My Test Results Back The Other Day 
And They Said Shit Ain't Lookin Too Good For Me 
Turns Out Some Dumb Fuckin Bitch Got Me Marked 
And Guess What? Guess Who's Fuckin House Im Comin To Right Now Bitch? 
You Better Lock Your Fuckin Doors 

[Madrox:] 
I Fucked This One Bitch Raw, Like Porno Flicks 
She Was Workin My Dick Like My Shit Was A Joystick 
Now I Didn't Love Her At All, But The Pussy Was Irreplaceable 
Pipin Out In Her Parkin Lot, On The Kitchen Table 
Im Able To Bust Up In Her, She Said That She's On The Pill 
And Fuckin Without No Rubber Always Enhances The Feel 
I Started Trippin Like Letterman From My Third Eye 
And The Clinics Started Askin Me Questions Bout My Sex Life 
Do I Share Needles With Heroin Heads, How Many Bitches Have I Had 
In And Outta My Fuckin Bed Givin Me Head 
Visions Of Tearin Her Up, Cuttin Her Up 
Ghost-Like, Gaspin For Air, Chokin With Her Throat Cut 
Im Waitin On The Results, Diggin Her Grave Plot 
But I'll Pay This Bitch Back In Space For Whatever I Got 
I Tried To Get Back At Her But The Word On The Street 
Musta Least Changed Another And Then That Bitch Creeped 

[Chorus:] 
Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
Should Be The Last One That You Ever Heard Of 
Should Be The Last One Makin Me Nervous 
I Love Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
[x2] 

[Shoestring:] 
Money, Yak, And Murder, When I Catch The Bitch I Hurt Her 
Bust You In Your Titty, You Gon Die, Bitch, You Deserter 
Sleep In The Bucket, Til I Grab My Dick Like Fuck It 
Talk And Set Me Up Bustin That Lisa Ass In Public 
She Snitched On My Brother, Im Searchin For No Other 
Lisa Ass's Gone Somewhere They Won't Discover 
In The Bottom Of A Pit, Puttin Holes In The Fit 
I Chained Her To A Tub So Her Body Gotta Sit 
Had A Tutu And A Bra, But I Broke The Bitches Jaw 
Im A Pimpin These Bitches, Don't You Cross Me Cause I'm Raw 
Shoestring That Be My Name, Dayton Family On My Chain 
I Whoop A Dude's Ass, I Be Murderin In The Rain 
Fuckin Around With Twiztid, Sippin On The Mystic 
Murder On The Scene, All They Found Was Some Lipstick 
I Aint Gon Tell You Shit, I Ain't Sayin Nuthin Never Heard Of 
I Love Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 

[Chorus:] 
Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
Should Be The Last One That You Ever Heard Of 
Should Be The Last One Makin Me Nervous 
I Love Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
[x2] 

[Bootleg:] 
Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder, Not For All Folk 
This Bitch Tammy Pulled A Whammy, Got Away With All My Dope 
But When I Catch Her, Ima Stretch Her, She Will Only Fuck 
Posted Outside Of Her Door, Just Like A Comcast Truck 
Fun And Chains, Play No Games, I'll Put One In Your Brain 
Your Outta Your League, Like Highschoolers Playin Lebron James 
I Pissed, That Bitches Eyes Closed, She Can Clearly See 
She Bout Ta D I E For Fuckin With My Money Tree 
B Double O T, L E G, Bitch Ima Straight Og 
I Burn Your House Down, Lyrical Bombs Floatin Outside The Debris 
Fuck With My Cash, Thats Yo Ass, Im An Armed Grenade 
About To Explode On You Hoes, Until Everything Gets Paid 
This Is More Than The Name Of A Crew, Bitch Don't Get It Twiztid 
Have Yo Momma At The Cemetary Payin Ya Visits 
Run Of With Mine And They Gon Find Your Bitch Ass In A Gutter 
Fuckin With Twiztid And The Family, Is Another Murder 

[Chorus:] 
Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
Should Be The Last One That You Ever Heard Of 
Should Be The Last One Makin Me Nervous 
I Love Sex, Drugs, Money, And Murder 
[x2]

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