Saint Anger

Hoe yeah
Okay
Ayo clone how you feeling bro?
We boutta do this again?
Say less
Yeah
Mic on front two
One two mic check
And i been gone for way too long until you say i'm a stepper
Riding through the lames until you call me the evil mindset
Petty ass new lacker
How you feeling when u see L.B. packing
All the shamers and that with anger
Fake ass bitches that say they are happy with the lamer
Dumbass freaks with no stainer
And i'm mad
Fuck all this fake ass people that say they with u
Until they gone in a minute
Pricking the thrive with no blick on
How you feeling bout embodied fit on
Leaving on the knitches feeling on the bitches
Coming really sad about how i'm alone in the crickets
Feeling sad and mad but that's with truth
Fuck all this rowdy bitch until we call in the booth
Ay
I see the false prophets the mimics
They tryna say they messiahs i pity them
Petey cut your ear drums off
Show you where im really from
Man you dumb
Tryna come
Dont light up no blunt
I need you sober when you feel the death
Clear as day
Dont mess with me
Clone the true ruler centimeters to death
I might get away
Shoot up the place
New choppas we making the game
I dont need nobody
All my friends in my rari
Exploded Im ali
Mo hunninds in my ears
Rocket riding i might be
Go to space like katy
At least i do it better
I call up the bears
Russian roulletter with my homies im saying
We surviving the prayers
We seein the angels
Even the demons be hating
Nobody is playing with us
Anger is perfect for us
Peace ain nun to us
Clone