cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice, drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence, wading knee deep in sin Clutch at the ulcer,
game, this rap game... Verse 2 I bet ya lovin me (? ? ), drink and drown in my own iniquity, But fuck that, I'm gonna rap till y'all get sick of me, And clutch
force-fed your own flesh If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps In this case you really are
high in the hills, comes out to honor the dead. Families somberly walk through the town, they build altars and pray. Clean the tombs and clutch rosaries
as a gamble living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead
?) too wasted to drive Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibe Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool I sit in the corner and drink until
gamble Living in the rotten apple yo where every corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife dead
This rap game, this rap game I bet you rather me drink and drown in my own iniquity But fuck that, I?ma rap 'til you all get sick of me And clutch my
on his groceries When they aren?t telling stories they are multiplying grossly On the lawn Let 'em loiter Never let 'em spawn The aberrations have been drinking
hybrid plant of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible? I feel THE wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch TO Crush one's
gamble And living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife, dead
. Oh, but i must confess I do find the wine a wee bit dry. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye. Drink and the devil had done
, shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long Sound of rushing water yon... Nine Men's Morris in the sand But the player's gone Drink to the dead
fire of evil, are reflected in his abysmal eyes. As he calls upon the ancient ones. I call upon thee, keeper of the darkest flame. To drink from the
I walked into a tavern to have a drink and kill some time A little boy approached me with tears in his eyes He wasn't more that five or six but he stood
for this rap game this rap game. I bet ya lovin me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity, but fuck that, i'm gonna rap till yall get sick of me, and clutch
***** damn, Ran' isn't hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that ***** in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
called for drinks on the house There was none could place the stranger's face though we searched ourselves for a clue But we drank his health and the last to drink