I don't need no fucking throne
Aim bullets straight at your dome
And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
I clap shit-aim at your heart
Hope all over again, we can start
Say bye bye to her
Better aim than a shooter,
Music, i have to listen to music all day long
Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach
Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech
Say a grown man can separate lust from love
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.