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Led Inch

am like the needle And you a Black Sabbath, too paranoid On the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd If writing is a weapon, all my gun shoots is Led

laundering, tax evade and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches

walked into a confessional. I'm just an Audioslave on the run, in a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come. My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led

m at peace Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast The Dahmer with melanin led '

of good And throw the deuces, I ain't Hollywood I come from the hood, I'm use to IT So if your rear view shaking And your seats vibrating Twenty-four inch

Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth, Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man! For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north Led by

laundering, tax evade and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches

help my feelings, the way that my emotions are over-wrought. Refrain: Good morn ing, sunshine! You're all around my head, Good morning, sunshine! I'm ready to be led

-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift at least six inches, above project