my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve Now you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league {"Put some money on it"} See I get dough and cop the
place he could be [Verse 3] I could see you when I'm all alone ( I see you) So I guess I'm not all alone, I know my little nigga callin home The good
me Let me get yo' head right, ready 1, 2, 3 I can get yo' head right, I'm the best it be I can get yo' head right, eh night I can make you feel like
check me, come on girl and sex me I'm ready, I'm ready oh girl I'm ready Ha, everybody plays the fool, sometime There's no exception to the rule Yo I
I got shit to do Fake id, 'cause I been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv As I creep real slow through your blood vessels Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you Now I
head, fuck nigga, now what? My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what? Now what? Now stunt, nigga pop your trunk, now front I'm
tell when your awake and when your asleep Where am I? I cant remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream
legs, now I'm an amputee God damn you I'm not sick, but I'm not well And I'm so hot, cuz I'm in hell I'm not sick, but I'm not well And it's a sin,
legs now I'm an amputee, goddamn you I'm not sick, but I'm not well And I'm so hot, 'cause I'm in hell I'm not sick, but I'm not well And it's a sin
the cure? I am morally, I'm morally impure I am a disease and I am unclean I am not part of God's well oiled machine Christian nation, assimilate me
hollow, and I like drums, drums are good But I can't think straight I lack the attention span to meditate My attention spans galaxies here and now are
to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart I show my love in
young arm from QB, picture me being corny Been hot since I stepped up, God forbid I ever fall down I'm just gon? get up, and keep it movin' I keep it
clearer You turn me on, keep me standin up I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw
ain't intricate I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent I don't make threats
quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin' the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine
me I'm like, baby doll hold up getcha mind right I'm lookin' at your face, yeah I mean you right Your body off the chain but your head fine Say you ain