The Canyon Of The Crescent Moon Ringtones

Hailing from the Chopper City Weather leaves you hot and sticky Leopard print I ain't no kitty Pussy boys can mock No pity Simmer down bitch I'm burning up in the ash Don't sift me Yung Mutt in the cut got to duck the 50 Been popped twice Fuck a cop Nothing nice comes from the system's gritty grip I sip the uzi face don't look so pretty Bitch, I grip the tec so loosely Leave you feeling chilly Bitch, I'm from Gentilly Don't want to count a Milli Smoking all my cash in a Philly Kill me bitch I will be free in a world where you can't bill me, uh Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life Bunch of voices all i hear Paranoia in my eyes. Got them fuckboys in my sight Bits of organs on my knife Mirror image from the tinted that reminds me that I'm Christ sucka Boogeyman under your covers I hover above the street gutters No there ain't another Forever I'm packin the thunder and snuffer And popping these uppers I kill for my brothers Welcome to the last supper Thanks for coming Now close the shutters motherfucker

Trina wears her wampam beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second-hand one Sewn in antique luxury, She is a lady of the canyon Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies around her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Esterella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trina takes her paints and thread And weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and bread And gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Esterella, dear companion Colours up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Colouring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon