Shakira
Heaven & Hell
[Verse 1: Werewolf]
Who did that together make ya voting
Mental coward like a Tate, I'ma [?]
So, even damn miss ya closer fist fight
I raise ya back tears about I brought something in ya puck
Customer purpose, I didn't get luck
Something raise ya gets salted like a boot remotes
I am tired making ain't show nervous
Ahh! My mother like blue did not don't cost like a pussycat
I read terror pic?! I don't know why
I hope these well I take, I'm in take it off pretend
I'm knocking it off rhyming music coming til' 'em up cult the shit
I'll tell 'em off, I don't know why you bought this
Unmagic darkness in matter n***as regardless
Fuckin' n***as what's up boxing scariest sent you coming
The Mars, the Mars, the rugged n***a Wars
The Bars, the Guitar, so I can take the zero church

[Verse 2: Mr. Candy]
Are tin another Buddha boon long
I move up with Dave, levels, and blunt devils
So we make 'em motherfuckin' pizza
I guess made you men dig ya gut sing, like a bloody dancing
Level motherfuckin' Genius not do
I beat the level made dem make ya' beat roll and n***a on
I think going Nnnnnnnnnnnnn-n***a too I'ma motherfuckin' little shit
Hey, my mommy .....
The master, how about puppet master
I'm in number 6 ago in crews
I'm in n***a printing like a pussy an ya boy in the clock
You make me stupid, I'm in n***a Gamet damn moving like in
TV goddamn nervous, I'm in deep and motherfuckin' nerve
It sin a money, fuckin' nervous ya middle this
Slow mo' instrumental stop fuckin' in my little bitches
Go fuckin' yourself, it's my own anything
For ya fuckin' nervous, for why!?!
Any bitches rain ya kiss and rugged n***a shit but no Oregon
Ghost making breakfast, chasing my mind
I don't know I get on myself, my human begging to ya
Damage to ya bones to another swimming like that joining
'Cuz nobody sight, I know was a bornnrahh!
My n***as see no money talk and I ain't about it just swaying
I don't even bear in n***a

[Verse 3: Doorclosing, (Werewolf, Mr. Candy and All)]
I don't know make ya funeral, I make dis warning living give me to meet
Born in n***a got some matin' make a motherfucking get
11 together (di-gi-di-gi-di-gi, won-n-tan!)
I was straight, 11 to the (holy beggar duh duh)
It's stiff' another way (smokey that?!)
Any kids 'em motherfucking focus should I fuck is in my mind
In ya n***a tone give me tomb make ya (SOME)
Left-wingers like Sergeant Awesome
Make sinner wronger getting streets, having mamma mother sinner
Person mentality is over with I got your sheet