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beat by: R&W
lyrics
-RnW-
she was the type to fall in love, with the quick catch
he'd make a beer gut from a six pack
in her ever after feeling cold as a life of peril
deciding if it's the bullet to bite or the barrel
she hides in the closet, kids in the cupboard
awaiting the calmness, the dripping of the faucet
living it up with a husband hell arised
lost in tallied lies, drunken alliby's
nothing to fill her eyes, but swelling and tears
as she tried to disguise the dwelling in fear
no help in near sight, she saw the glare of a gun
a wife beater who'd see her bare arms
his stare upon death, as terror conquers
his every one breath,it's damn near accomplished
an accomplice no more, her gut ignored
she took the shot, he dropped, hit the floor
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down
-ShaRoyce-
An abusive husband- catchin fits, perfusely cussin'
Put my hand on my chick for the lip- a few concussions
I throw my insecurities on her- who would love her?
I dont need her confident- I tell that she's nothing
I keep a bruise on her, blemish or a shiner
soak up all her tears before I swim in her vagina
She talk w/ her peers but, she dont hint at a problem
I tell her mind her biz while her friend ridin shotgun
Little did I know that was all she could deal w/
The Pussy Wagon had my Uma on some kill bill shit
I walked in the crib and saw her friend on the coach
Looked closer- seen the blood run and spill from her mouth
Her corpse was on a stack of photos of us sexin
on the back of every polariod my girl wrote a question mark
I turned around and got a gun chuck to the neck
and fell down-I'm starin down the barrel of death.
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down
trades loose love for blood on her gown
my baby wants to have me shot down
no more screw ups, no **** arounds
my baby wants to have me shot down
-Big Red-
and of course the courts found her innocent, right
how could you accuse an angel like this of anything
bruised and battered, tattered and used
a product of multiple years of abuse, right
clearly, but the jury didn't seem to hear me
accused her of cold blooded murder, see they
didn't believe that the man would really hurt her
cause the bruises had faded before this circus of jurors
had ever been given a microscope
where were they when she was getting choked
learning to hold her breath everytime he brought out the rope
They didn't listen when she prayed for death
And they wouldn't give her life, she was begging to the deaf
Who could go home and have dinner with the fam
Ignore this killer ***** who belongs in the can
So that's her story, tried to fight back
And got beaten to the ground just like that.
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down
beat by: R&W
lyrics
-RnW-
she was the type to fall in love, with the quick catch
he'd make a beer gut from a six pack
in her ever after feeling cold as a life of peril
deciding if it's the bullet to bite or the barrel
she hides in the closet, kids in the cupboard
awaiting the calmness, the dripping of the faucet
living it up with a husband hell arised
lost in tallied lies, drunken alliby's
nothing to fill her eyes, but swelling and tears
as she tried to disguise the dwelling in fear
no help in near sight, she saw the glare of a gun
a wife beater who'd see her bare arms
his stare upon death, as terror conquers
his every one breath,it's damn near accomplished
an accomplice no more, her gut ignored
she took the shot, he dropped, hit the floor
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down
-ShaRoyce-
An abusive husband- catchin fits, perfusely cussin'
Put my hand on my chick for the lip- a few concussions
I throw my insecurities on her- who would love her?
I dont need her confident- I tell that she's nothing
I keep a bruise on her, blemish or a shiner
soak up all her tears before I swim in her vagina
She talk w/ her peers but, she dont hint at a problem
I tell her mind her biz while her friend ridin shotgun
Little did I know that was all she could deal w/
The Pussy Wagon had my Uma on some kill bill shit
I walked in the crib and saw her friend on the coach
Looked closer- seen the blood run and spill from her mouth
Her corpse was on a stack of photos of us sexin
on the back of every polariod my girl wrote a question mark
I turned around and got a gun chuck to the neck
and fell down-I'm starin down the barrel of death.
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down
trades loose love for blood on her gown
my baby wants to have me shot down
no more screw ups, no **** arounds
my baby wants to have me shot down
-Big Red-
and of course the courts found her innocent, right
how could you accuse an angel like this of anything
bruised and battered, tattered and used
a product of multiple years of abuse, right
clearly, but the jury didn't seem to hear me
accused her of cold blooded murder, see they
didn't believe that the man would really hurt her
cause the bruises had faded before this circus of jurors
had ever been given a microscope
where were they when she was getting choked
learning to hold her breath everytime he brought out the rope
They didn't listen when she prayed for death
And they wouldn't give her life, she was begging to the deaf
Who could go home and have dinner with the fam
Ignore this killer ***** who belongs in the can
So that's her story, tried to fight back
And got beaten to the ground just like that.
from my disrespect, i've none to forgive
my babys love's gone in the pit
but you can pull a quiver, cry me a river
for the storms eye's in my sea of liquor
she unholsters the gun from her hip
she wants to put one in my head
love the feeling, don't love the sound
but just cue me up for another shot down