: Poor little rich girl Your money talks, you pull the strings It's a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns, we all have wings In the game, poor little
carving your tombstone since they first met you. It's not the years spent in the wings, but it's the lies that really sting, but now with one brief little
dammit boy, pay attention Try it again, little bit more juice this time Try it again, yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time Try it again, concentrate, a little
ravenous catalyst Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant I choked when the cage bird sings it stings Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings
A stick a stone it's the end of the road, it's the rest of the stump it's a little alone it's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun, it is night
the sting Who'll get the stripes Black and yellow A dangerous creature Chattering wings Flashing antennae Who is it? It buzzes fine The bee Buzzes fine, stings
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin' your life, and dyin' one day, I'm just bein' honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin
and nasty The Lord God made the lot Each little snake that poisons Each little wasp that stings He made their brutish venom He made their horrid wings
in an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus My metaphors sting
This puzzle's dead inside Missing pieces growing eyes Mystery Little girls severity, little boys beggin' mercy Sticks break on me, cost of life at 23
you are the one whom the media sings Soon you will see the color of your wings Superior race, professional hate You lost your chance, too little too
, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
Bm g d a You're little miss understanding yeah you're little miss understanding yeah Bm g d a You're little miss understanding yeah you're little
it don't mean a thing there Warlock bought her, animal's little daughter smiling in spite that she's a spy while she's singing, an insect stinging glowing, winging
Put a little Devil in the bronco steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede The rattlesnake bites you the scorpion stings The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings
an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin' your bones to carbon and phosphorus My metaphors sting
hype man, tarantula They both prey on grasshoppers, beetles and flies And they all become instant meals the moment it dies What costs little, is a little