paroles de chanson F**k 'Em - Ice Cube

Creation genre rule number one
Fuck you I have the gun
At least I have the sex pistols
I rap fast on short tracks like Bristol
Homie named pistol Pete parent
It's apparent we are not the same
Ive got the deceased homies swerving in my Lanes
I'm hitting mama dears like Bambi's Moms killer
Now that pussy haunting me
I ain't no bitch no I'm not Molly Hartley
Impartially torn apart I've declared
Marshall law on my brain it can't come out at night
I'm locked inside myself at night and my demons I have em screaming