mine they don?t change my record Like pitchin? a no-decision Guitar-playin? MC, yeah I?m known for spittin? While I?m tappin? on my Fender like cars in a slow collision The precision of my
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
flow spills You never know when you might need to know skills In body disposal it's no frills Dead Body Disposal Are you interested in hearing my proposal
Ha ha. [W:] Oh, I sung it, I sung it my own cause it's more original. Great huh? [J:] No, no, no, no, It's quite interesting but come on. [W:] Oh wait
the burger's my trip." Phyllis: And the burger's my trip and is such a groove, I wanna show my appreciation and I wanna clean your bathroom . . . the
of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
Till my team's on officially it's whatever, man My terminology is of a street veteran The liquor gives me a speech impediment Slurrin like my daddy Pissy
