a way inside your head And you feel a bit misled It's not that they don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow
Leave you on top of the water like a banana boat Yeah, I'm an animal, everybody's edible The Yelawolf is headed for your arm and hand And yo' head,
The people's key ringing through arena seats The black machine played it all from memory A fever dream, well, I'll come back eventually To wade into the
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning When you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly From the space between your bed and walls
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and
I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch That got "Banned From TV" Heavyweight hitter Hit you, watch your whole head split up Loco-is-the-motion
cleverly read Or took on into the search of your own, suckers are looking For treasures and pleasures endeavors images of plastic Material whenever your ready your
let's get it All for the strong just like Gladiators Rip out your spine like the second Terminator Haters, ain't got no time for your tactics I see
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen And the old chemistry, just reared it's head
, going all out for it Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it As God is my witness, we got ditches For all you motherfuckin' fake bitches It all
-Funk's for real When you feel like some cavi G-Funk You need some music to bump in your trunk I got a bassline, a gangsta tune Put on the classics and your head
all the waiting My name is Dub what's crackalatin Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda Be your friendly
I But see the difference is if it is I could give a shit Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's aside 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your
the bloody stump Take my baby's body to the city dump Then wipe the mess off the bloody axe Scoop all the heads in my burlap sack [CHORUS] All my collection