me drunk Im home. That?s right I drink and yell at the bar but at home I have Tinkerbelle in a jar. I shepherd orphans though graveyard livin with vampires my thoughts
On Ice Arriba Arriba I'm The Under Achiever Gonna Leave It To Beaver I'm The Daydream Believer I'm Like Mothra Man With My Big Wingspan And Your The Mother
his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought
shut your mouth Better take a little time to level out I never thought of running My feet just led the way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched
's inside of chuck for your heart's ache Give me a knife I'm cutting bodies to pieces Remember what happened to your mother fucking nieces Niggaz think
My grandfather got me mad And I peed inside hid orange juice And asked him if its tangy When I'm angry Then one day When I thought it wasn't a sin left
Cam twisted (twisted) When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?! Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted Like she got no legs though
Over them dry stones Fiends slept in front of my crib for 2 days straight Like I had the iPhone (like I work for apple) Pies on, I will bet some pies on 2 foreign 6 train
Are you ready??? See I exist iron fist metal speech scientist came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
it Experience the world Take the index yes and pull it out your head Point that to the left fence Dig yourself from the red Yeah i know what you said Thought
missile Bio-computer virus with flesh eating potential (I'm convinced) future MCs are sending robots back in time as we speak to kill my mother before
One] College Park got control of me cause one of these snake niggaz told on me Seen me in the cut, then he rolled on me Thought I was gone but they was
bus tonight If you've got three dollars fifty You can take a ride Through other people's lives On the last train out of Sydney The darkness outside looks peaceful though
party at So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710 Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin Mother fuckers
and same faults Same crew and the same old train of thought [Chorus: De La Soul] My guess you need to head West (who you foolin) Thought we'd fall
verbs So fuck what you heard" [x4] I break shit up so just chill, and sit still I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still Sells like a mother, there
Biggie just roll me a blunt, we can both get blown. Comin out the crooks smokin big fat optimo's, the lies but them hoes can't stop us though, who the pro's of this motha