-lobster Check out my pimp-posture even my limp proper, mama I can't help what's runnin' down your face I moved your ass into that furnished place Like you earned that space
it up again I'm Yours Take me as I am I'm Yours So won't you take this space between us and fill it up Dead man, dead man walkin' Dead man, dead
ya ears Outrageous by choice? Love the stares Knew my time would come, was prepared Comeback second to none, still she here What, whatever though, cats incredible Watch me jaw-drop
hands of a million men Darkest silence of a dead land. Every night I say a pray Asking god to see you again I will bring you back home Dead or alive
I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see Ain't a nigga dead
Runnin' from the scene, hammer in my jeans Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me Arm and Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe Hustle all
up Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
, fag catch a face lift, my shank do remarkable Things for fakeness, my whole mobb got the same patience Throw on your tracks eight to six, and make moves Like a space
that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men Like Bartholomew, 'cause every particle is physical article Was diabolical to the last visible molecule A space
of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe I distribute
shorty while he potty training I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin I can relate, shootouts and court dates All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
there was blood on the door I saw you lying on the kitchen floor I ran down the hallway, when I saw what he did And found our little bitty baby lying dead
The farmer finds his lost livestock The grazing idiots are dead The carcasses are molested But not a drop of blood was shed Cattle mutilation! Cattle
and fall Through the heavens The cloudy clouds Of snow of dew and of smoke A shuddering reflection Vanishing with the dropped stone Oh, I wait under the spaces
, over which, while you watch the sun set into itself (into itself). pinpricked by the slow, cold drops (cold drops) rolling off a corner awning, slicking the roadside dead
Any different people can apply to drop the funk It's not a country club review board steady talkin' junk Many people would have it others go out and grab
vision and possibility? What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled? Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders. * Television