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in this life your not guaranteed long, contribute a verse and immortality is reached, and not even belligerent haters words can breach that which is granted once you've escaped death reach. like my homies and me. join us and we'll all laugh in the devils face as he tells us that we we're innate, too irate to find the free will god graced us with. too ******** bad you won't see it through my eyes, or understand it the way I did until you die.
some day soon once I am gone and that familiar scent hits you like a bomb, say a toast to me and take a hit from a bong, light it up and watch my budda burn all night long.
I'm sorry for the bad news, no reason to fear, enjoy it like I did and have another beer. just sit back, relax, and take a look around. see what life offers but is seldom found. enjoy life for the beauty that still exists. no time to sit in corners complaining, slitting your wrist. there's more in life for you to do, I gave you the key to the door, now you must walk through.
gimme cancer, hand me a prime time, make it cherry, gunna kill me slowly. you know I'm gunna smoke until the day I die. it shouldn't be long, so why should I have a single care in the world.
life's a b***h, only the only the lucky get rich. so you can man up, stop complaining and take a hit of this.
gimme cancer, hand me a prime time, make it cherry, gunna kill me slowly. you know I'm gunna smoke until the day I die. it shouldn't be long, so why should I have a single care in the world.
from the day I was born I could feel the end. like someone from above was sayin somethin. but that don't matter to me, just pick up the pipe and hand the green. there ain't no reason to reason for me to extend whats left, it's comin for us all, but I'll never fear. I'll just sit down, kick back and drink another beer.
I couldn't tell you what pill I took. the blue or the red. no time to think, I'll recall it when I'm dead. I can feel my body fading on the inside, but not the spark, the reason I alive
gimme cancer, hand me a prime time, make it cherry, gunna kill me slowly. you know I'm gunna smoke until the day I die. it shouldn't be long, so why should I have a single care in the world
- by Master Murduk |
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- | Submitted on 07/21/2008 |
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- Title: A canceous life
- Artist: Master Murduk
- Description: a flow me and my homie oleary came up with in his living room on a hot summer day we were baked and smokin primetimes
- Date: 07/21/2008
- Tags: lyricsryhmeraphiphopmcwickedwordplay
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