I want to play I want to escape, so Pain And if you think, go away Evil man and children?s pain I know that I can?t live here Sex, hate, pain And if you think
And I snuck on T.V. so I could be heard I said, 'Rocky, if you're out there, I think you're a nerd. "And I'll lick you and bury you like a dog turd!"
wash up on the beach Complain if they can't swim They say things are done for the majority Don't believe half of what you see and none of what you hear
I spit, spit acid, L O X Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin' You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like
straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy you should've done injected 'Cause if you ride
you You hear me? Answer me Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You
dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta... ...farian, Jamaican, relax, man I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent Bad
told you that I can't stop Gotta make 'em fear you before you make 'em feel you So everybody buy my shit or I?ma come and kill you I got mushrooms,
dictionary table of contents of drugs If you describe it, I could tell you what the fuck it was Now if your getting very drowsy, you feel very down
dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta? ?farian, Jamaican, relax, man I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent Bad and
bonus, I gotta say that You want to die, well, you can be accommodated To be honest, you sock like Homnus To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro
we shoot straight and rarely miss and go anywhere we wish but MCs comin' up who can barely piss Watch what you say Watch how you think Watch how you
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X. Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen You tried to play
one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror Blowing out your brains
you're making has got you fronting and faking Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you
