like the scream of the butterfly Sunshine in the house of flames she loves it where she gets it but it's never felt the same surgery, in the house of
guess who owns them No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid
acid, I never had none But if I took some y'all know the outcome Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready
, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (HEY!) Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics Drastic
hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (HEY!) Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics Drastic
through service, Church's chicken A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' Just in case I gotta throw away my yole Bars around the house, bars around the
when I was a kid, And I moved on the Makenzie where my grandmother lived, Fastfoward ten years and a couple acid trips, Now we in front on Locs house
I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up Like bitch, get the fuck off my dick! I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank Crystallized coke and limes
[Intro: The Man Who Would Be King sample] So there's a question of jurisdiction involved But a charge of conspiracy to blackmail might be brought I didn
of our customers come up to us daily Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings and z'
the novel by Grisham. Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, on the run and this ain?t no dream. [REPEAT CHORUS] [MNP:] Hiding out on the tree house floor
see it dominate the six o'clock news It's on the cover of your magazines The television is a horror show The paper reads like something by Stephen King
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
let's go... To your house or my house Let's go, let's go, let's go... Baby--- I can see you're king of the house But can you pass my acid taste I know
bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas 'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King
And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (HEY!) Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics
drop yeah Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My
