street I hope that you wake up in time to scream Race me for tail or for hits Your attitude is mud and your promise is dead You counteract the fuel with
away Tell wolf pack that the chick needed change Booty bounce pop or my chick bounce lame It keeps going Got too much fuel She don't got a donk this
away tell wolf pack that the chick needed change booty bounce pop or my chick bounce lame it keeps going got too much fuel she don't got a donk this
like the music in this song From my heart I said till death do us apart But then dated for only a month or so how is this possible? She, she got me
everybody hold tight I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
I leave you all doin' the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em like
Yo, who the fuck is this? It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch You get the phone Get the phone You get the phone Get the God-damn phone Alright, damn
exists in here, is there anyone listening to this beautiful tragedy, is there anyone watching this wonderful nightmare, is there anyone listening to this beautiful tragedy, is there anyone watching this
proud I believe in this feeling Well you've lost all the things That sharing could bring Thought you were doing right But violence and flames And torches and chains are fueling These new northern lights Like
The rivers ran in blood Spark fueled to fire Deep within this endless void Searching for a sign The vessel forged inside of me Watches over like the
pack of zig zags and this bag Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this earth And since birth I've been cursed with this
fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fueled It's on one,
barbed wire, nothing but a broad boy, I'm the real deal, and char grill on the bonfire, And Bon Voyage bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar- -dee in this bitch;
I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this, on this earth And since
me baby? You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick You're truly the only one who can do this to me You just
this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone
night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this
and trips to take The more I smoke the more money my business make Remember they used to be like "who is this?" Now, I'm up in this bitch, they light up like