[Singing:] Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming. Your body's been dying, while your mind
with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys
life it aint a joke, where im from you get 13 year old boys on the side of the road snorting coke, with no guidence, so many kids dying over unprovocted
lay there on that cold pavement A tear ran down my face 'Cause I thought I was dying You boys know I'm not a religious man But I sent a prayer out just
Me and you we considered the upper echelon The only one I come out my fitted for in a restaurant You can get it, huh, remember I was taking your digits Same night
, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too
you died cause no defense is Strong enough to withstand my assault Before I go hit your safe and the vault They fled through the night (?)(?) Hitler
muthafucks Fuck critics, fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom, fuck your Mom's Mama Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Daili Llama
they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughing 'cause of what happened on the night of the axe On the night of the axe (just psycho
We gotta break out of our cage And get to know how it feels Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah How we ran on the roofs at night Just Jimmy and me some
balls? (Pucka) Where's my ice? No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes You keep poppin' shit, I'll pin my knights dying At your grow dega, smokin
be humble in this game of fortune and fame. We done never change for nothing in the world, we live for the baby boys and girls, we brought 'em to the
tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed And you're making curtains out
she sees these things Right before they're happening Hail Mary full of grace Some nights she swears she feels her face She's known a couple boys that
call went out and the heed was paid The uniform and the Green Berets In the wrong time, all in the wrong place While the war drums beat all night and
Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out with the boys who crave regrets Bandana hanging around her neck A checkered flag in a crowd who's singing
