Money honey, if you want to get along with me.
The Big L was cold crazy, A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I got the wild style, always been a foul child, My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.
Step to this and get shanked up I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
If you battle L, you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead
They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.
Im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
We do not read in order to turn great works of fiction into simplistic replicas of our own realities, we read for the pure, sensual, and unadulterated pleasure of reading. And if we do so, our reward is the discovery of the many hidden layers within these works that do not merely reflect reality but reveal a spectrum of truths, thus intrinsically going against the grain of totalitarian mindsets.
Once or twice in my career I feel that I have done more real harm by my discovery of the criminal than ever he had done by his crime. I have learned caution now, and I had rather play tricks with the law of England than with my own conscience.
The hunt isn't sustaining me. It's flowing blood that I really crave. The sweet taste of red succulent liquid mixing with the salt of my beloved as it drips and dances on his flesh. To know that someone will ache for me as much as I hunger for him and eternally satiate each other. I want someone to satisfy my hunger forever.