paroles de chanson From This Place - Jesse B Dawg
Filthy
Rhyme-sayer
with
multiple
crime
layers
Youll
find
nightmares
inside
your
mind
cuz
I'm
their
They
say
that
my
hair
Confuses
and
causes
delusions
What
more
do
you
expect
From
a
product
of
prostitution
I
was
born
losin'
The
Docter
gave
my
mama
ointment
N
told
her
to
apply
it
When
my
horns
grew
in
You
can
find
me
in
the
ashtray
porn
grooven
Hitten
a
jay
gettin'
blazed
tryna
push
my
movement
Ima
ruthless
muthafucka
wit
a
heavy
gat
Smoken
heady
sacks
threw
a
fucken
Redivac
I
got
zombie
portions
My
organs
are
morphin'
I'm
half
human
half
cyborg
and
My
eyes
are
turning
orange
No
one
can
help
me,
I'm
afraid
its
been
too
long
I'm
already
a
lobotomize
caveman
with
ape-ish
palms
Using
raven
claws
and
satans
spawns
to
make
my
songs
I'm
Jesse
B
Dawg
the
motherfucken
megladon
From
this
place
From
this
place
From
this
place
From
this
place
N
you
get
preyed
upon
Every
time
I
slay
a
song
Ill
rape
ya
mom
Even
when
she
gots
no
makeup
on
I'm
the
mega
bomb
The
muthafucken
m.o.p
Your
city's
under
siege
A
slaughter
ordered
under
me
I
brought
the
devils
microphone
And
a
nasty
beat
No
one
can
gas
the
B
I
just
don't
see
that
happening
Your
faction
is
only
a
fraction
of
the
whole
scene
I
made
a
city-wide
cypher
n
smashed
the
whole
beat
I'm
not
your
homie,
I'm
your
merciless
god
I've
emerged
through
the
fog
Promoting
the
words
of
the
dawg
I
keep
it
raw
Like
the
first
time
I
hit
skins
But
stay
protected
Like
the
last
time
I
was
in
them
I'm
massive
I
smash
planets
Into
small
atoms
You
couldn't
fathom
what
I
consider
a
small
ration
I'm
a
brain
teaser
like
two
hits
from
the
deep
freezer
I
breathe
ether
n
dank
reefer
I'm
way
beaster
From
this
place
From
this
place
From
this
place
From
this
place
I'm
sure
the
gods
will
appreciate
my
newest
jam
Cuz'
If
not
I'm
looking
for
a
job
and
back
on
food
stamps
I
used
to
be
a
cool
cat
with
a
chill
vibe
Until
my
dog
died
then
I
wigged
out
n
I
hogtied
My
best
friend
in
the
kitchen
n
beat
him
with
a
steel
pipe
Until
he
showed
me
his
fucken
intestines
Now
im
a
a
pestilence
pressin'
dirty
records
that
Contain
vulgar
lyrics
and
tons
of
hidden
messages
A
fucken
pessimist
a
specialist
in
prejudice
Rhymes
the
credit
exodus
verses
n
curse
the
best
of
them
They
say
that
every
dope
rapper
needs
an
ill
ride
N
a
chill
vibe
that's
enough
to
let
your
skills
slide
So
I'm
fucken
with
the
dark
arts
In
the
middle
of
Clark
Park
With
my
car
parked
Tryna
Summon
some
car
parts
Smoken
tons
of
weed
n
slimming
down
the
harsh
bars
But
it
ain't
worken'
out
so
fuck
being
a
pop
star
From
this
place
From
this
place
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