war Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck "The children have to go to school." Well, moms, good luck Cause the shit's fucked up bad
Dreams of fallin' in a elevator passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
a long time since I seen you too Prob'ly since my last wrestling match in high-school And after that you left me, packed up and bounce with lady luck
Man to man, body muscular Sismic decibel by the jugular Wall to wall, tea time technology and a digital ladder No sign of bad luck in rapture Well
point where it don't add up I can't say I've come this far with my guitar on pure dumb luck That's not to say i know it all 'Cause everytime I get too
Man to man, body muscular Sismic decibel by the jugular Wall to wall, tea time technology and a digital ladder No sign of bad luck in rapture Well now
the point where it don't add up I can't say I've come this far with my guitar on pure dumb luck That's not to say i know it all 'Cause everytime I get too
The crime biz: the way it is in America I'm killin' rappers like I've gone mad My heat is righteous Too many brothers have gone bad At times I lay in
call mine Two inches away from my big ass behind It might be tight, but it's deep as fuck You might touch the bottom with a little bit of luck 'Cause
long time since I seen you too Prob'ly since my last wrestling match in high-school And after that you left me, packed up and bounce with lady luck Then