Kill Bill

Madre de dios, Santa Maria Ruega por nosotros, los pecadores Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte Amen Hmm, I like it Adlibs Pause, I love it Adlibs I like it, I love it As I, as I, as I what As I stumble on this stage For ego, pride, strength, and pay Tell me that I did okay While rolling up an eighth Fool, before I meet my grave Tell my flesh to fight through pain Oh I guess I should've just taken, my own advice to remain sane Cuz, this is my life my passion Throwing rope at the masses Ya this is my life my passion Turning hope into ashes Shit I'm more than an angel, I'm a free will Learn from what's observed, f*ck popping pills I take the devil's apple I take the devil's what Sit down behind some chapel, Then ash kush for spine chills ... I like it, I love it I like it, I love it When push comes to GETTING PAPERS FOR ILLEGALS But is it so wrong, at a time where we lace songs With the rhythm of our sins, to dance until we're numb Is it wrong, that I tried to f*ck this bitch And her sister in the same night, like is it wrong ? I'm knelt down in some steeple Knees are bleeding feeling feeble Questioning myself if my blood is treated equal Ugh-huh But is it truly wrong Is it truly wrong I place hope in songs Can my two cents lead a million different people to the truth Can my two cents lead a million different people to the truth Ya I pick apart these problems tell my momma imma solve 'em Then I smoke a bag of Ganga, just to fall short of my promise Oh I like it, I like it I love it, I love it When push comes to shoving When push comes to Love What it is Love ?