Death & Designer

Uh huh Yeah Uh huh Yeah Listen... With this blower I'm a classical composer Knock his head right off his shoulders Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this... Bitch In this Bitch With my emotions I am known to lose composure Know the champagnes overflowin' But his tone. He better lower In this... Bitch In this Bitch Don't tell me you Can't feel my soul When I got these views Watchin bodies turn cold The darkness I've seen Pain that I know I dress these wounds in designer clothes But my heart still froze I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh) (Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh) With this blower I'm a classical composer Knock his head right off his shoulders Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this... Bitch In this Bitch With my emotions I am known to lose composure Know the champagnes overflowin' But his tone. He better lower In this... Bitch In this Bitch Don't tell me you Can't feel my soul When I got these views Watchin bodies turn cold The darkness I've seen Pain that I know I dress these wounds in designer clothes But my heart still froze I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh) (Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh)