nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night,
ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night You can still hear
tape tell "him 4 bucks so what you think" He said "I think not, fuck that funny style Hip-Hop" I said "The only style thats funny is that flashy shirt
A R C H Y A N A R C H Y i cant stand the fuckin system when it comes to major corps i cant resist um drink all night sleep all day i wont listin
Now I see you just wanted me to follow through A lesson in life that's more important than to follow you I remember that time in life: that warehouse, you were workin' nights
'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things
men's life He's hunting at night. Watch out for open windows He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should stay inside? He's hunting at night [The creator
Hardly any wind that night; his body lay right next to mine, But a corpse for a roommate suited me, as long as we made it across the sea. The fracas
the sun We couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock and roll While we were trying different things And we were smoking funny
even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it?s just a case of Flash delirium Here?s a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck
the top of the list KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
at the window peeking in on tiptoe Eager to deliver and it makes me laugh So I make him wait it'll make a funny anecdote Every night at ten he shows up
if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope It's just a case of flash delirium Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse Ages stuck
ol' saloon there was their lil' home Away from home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil still live In that tavern and on a quiet night, you can still
a nigga dazing Burpin' and smurkin' got on his knees before I grave 'em Ride 'em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night
I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things
