Testi:
The Kills Ticket Man

Here's the ticket, what's the problem? Too many tickets is the problem, man Here's the ticket, what's the problem? Too many problems is the ticket, man

ticket, what's the problem Too many tickets is the problem, man Here's the ticket, what's the problem Too many problems is the ticket, man Here's the ticket

Here's the ticket, what's the problem Too many tickets is the problem, man Here's the ticket, what's the problem Too many problems is the ticket, man

to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill

jays and ma ladies kinda fat Pullin weed outta bags its a natural habit I need another hit man I gots ta have it Sparkin up jays like the Big Lebowski Little bit stoned man

away a sucker - so I have to die I'm still waiting for the final call I wanna meet my maker - I'm ready to go Kill me - kill me - kill me - please, kill

might) build ?? railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill

ll leave you poked in the chest If hip hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh I'm close to the best Kill your fucking man, have a toast to the death

hard in they jukebox Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy Watching over sensitive hippies Use my records for they dog frisbees Be a good little fishy And book me a ticket