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Bloody Chunks
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air. What a rotting stench. My imagination runs wild at what it could be. Open up the can to discover a dead body.
Bloodstained Cement
Stalking his prey. He prepares for the ambush. I hear his steps. But without trepidation. Hyper aware. I will strike back. . When he brandished the blade.
Blood Drenched Execution
Blood Drenched Execution. Carnage inspired by hatred and evil. Fatalities the final solution. Feel the fucking pain. I rip your child from your cunt. The fetus is kept alive.
Bloodlands
I am lost and sickened. Disoriented by this bleak environment. How I came to be here escapes my memory. This is a desert, deep scarlet grains. Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky.
Bloddy Chunks
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air. What a rotting stench. My imagination runs wild at what it could be. Open up the can to discover a dead body.
Beyond The Cemetery
Nude and violated I raped the life from her body. Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin. My marks of torture. Left on my daughter. Body badly beaten.
Beyond The Cemetary
Nude and violated I raped the life from her body. Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin. My marks of torture. Left on my daughter. Body badly beaten.
Beheading And Burning
Descend upon the village on a mission of death. Setting fire to their homes, attacking the men. We hear their women screaming as we hack off their heads.
Bent Backwards And Broken
Twisting limbs until they break. Contortions wrenching pain. Joints are hyper extended opposite. Fibrous tendons snap. . Bent backwards and broken. Hateful physical control.
Bird Call .j.r. Writer
[Cam'ron] (Spoken). Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer. . [JR Writer] (CHORUS). To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers.
Boy (i Need You) (remix)
I can't help it. When I'm not around you (boy). 'cause all I ever seem to. Do is drift away. In dreams about you. 'cause when I'm without you (boy). It always seems like.
Body Bag Remix
[Intro: Cam'Ron]. Yo Fab what up nigga. Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu. Lot of shit going on. Let's get ready to go in though. . [Verse 1: Cam'Ron].
Bum Bum
{Woman singing}. You tink all a bum bum. Yuh know dis to all Jamaicans. Yuh nuh live in Solomon fashion, ya know. Tell me seh one ting Nancy can't understand.
Bubble Music
(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh. . mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly. i'm on butter pirelli's. wit' purple and yellow, hello.
Breathe
A hard time if your motion is still. Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill. Abstract.you know my stiggidy in here. Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear.
Boy Boy
Cam: What up boy, boy?. Guy: Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood. Cam: What's poppin' boy, boy?. Guy: A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy.
Bout It Bout It Part. 3
[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron). Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz. Ya'heard me. (Let's do it my nigga). Well do your dizang. (There's nothin', man).
Bout It Bout It
[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron). Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz. Ya'heard me. (Let's do it my nigga). Well do your dizang. (There's nothin', man).
Bottom Of The P****
[Chorus]. Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yall. Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall. Nope I aint talking bout her pussy walls. Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall.
Black Cards
Excuse me. Do you take a Afro-American card. What's that? black card homie. . Hook. Camron:. Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching. Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching.
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