coming back and I'll be showing you what I mean And I'll be saving this for you And I will set out a path to take Better than you anyway Why don't you
do nothin' but watch 'Cause I know you wit' a cat who ain't treatin' you right And if you wanna be happy you should leave him tonight I got a ten o'clock
tarantula ranches But there's still one thing we gotta see Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39 And we saw the sign that said, "Twine Ball exit
And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better
as fuck burnin' up in his drive two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god he make this stop, better have
floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better
end Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind [Mad Child] My sentiments exactly watch me react You better
don't care (just cruisin) As long as you take me there (just cruisin) Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin) Just cruisin Zero to sixty, flossin - 90 degrees Sony cartridges, ten
't care Just cruisin' As long as you take me there Just cruisin' Somewhere to clear my mind Just cruisin' Just cruisin' Easy wrote a sixty flossin', ninety degrees Sony cartridges, ten
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket And a head full of dreams He said somehow, some way It's gotta get better than this Patti packed her
Chorus: So is this how we'll end My face here on TV Here's a message for your mother Out the window??can she see? So I'm cuttin' to the exit I can see
From his ear to his chin got his ass striped up I got the phone on lock from nine to ten 1 just got off the jet with 50 and EM Listen miss, exit no,
stab wounds in her Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit
serious, man? They better fuckin' reco'nize what time it is, Before we clean their clocks. R-O-C? - yep. I spit sick rhymes, stars Better den yours,
you need son Its all ghetto business [Verse 3] Yo this is for the senile Walking on the green mile My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone wild Shit is after ten
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket And a head full of dreams He said - somehow someway it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her
tools) Massive fools at my work bench and (I'm wrenchin') Mics from they graspin' (That's how it has been) The drill's this, I kill swift I feels I better
