Theme From Grand Theft Auto IV Ringtones

Aye, aye But shawty looking delicious Fall in the pussy with swiftness I might just feed on her bones Until I'm coughing up foam I bend the minds of the vicious Tonight the devil's my witness Still breaking free from these chains My enemies bring the flames I'm fucking dead There ain't nothing for me here in the present Don't try to be wack Ain't trynna be mad Or you'll get smacked in the back I've been trynna get away from myself But I can't, feeling stuck In this nightmare and I just can't really wake up What the fuck am I supposed to do here Grab the shovel and a couple cold beers See you on the other side With the ash from my blunt falling on her thighs, where All the grass is always greener And the weed is selling cheaper And my blood is either getting fucking thicker Or the reaper came to visit me once more Yet again, I wouldn't even notice any difference I'm already looking broken, I'm a corpse Can't monster reborn me bitch Leave me to be, just Like it was before the devil lettuce Got me second guessing The fuck is you think I'm blessing My brain with a bag of resin I shoot out the fucking sun Then I chew her pussy like a chewing gum It's dark and now all of the demons are outside Awake on the streets And it looks like they're having fun, yeah Torturing me in my dreams I'm awake but asleep I'm away but I'm here Over there by the lake With the blade Imma bleed till the end Aye, aye, aye Seagulls and pelicans show no remorse As they fly down and scatter Whatever is left from my corpse I am the skeleton living off the grass I smoke From the park near the seventh I roll up instead of the papers I use all the nature around me Roll up with the oak N - U - Double - T In the back of her throat Get a bag full of dope Tie my noose around Float I rope my neck Broke I smack a bitch Then go rogue Where the crows appear I disappear and turn myself into a cloak The fuck you talking bout I don't really fucking know, no I don't really fucking know, I said I don't really fucking know, ougha I don't fucking really know, aye I'm just as fluent in losing As I am bad at improvement Polluting myself with ruin I'm stuck and tucked in this movement Disgusting crude devils' student Delusional mind pollutant Come pick me up off the ground Smoke a motherfucking cigarette above a cloud Might just go back for another Go back for the bitch, don't trust her When I fly straight down, bringing thunder When the moon shine bright, Imma plunder Hundred blades await I feel the hunger Wake me up from my eternal slumber Fade to black I'm losing faith I never had a clue The fuck am I supposed to do? - fuck her