gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu you better look at all the beef you have" It's the illest little story for all
they make you think the world bleeds green instead of read but class is in session now so all that stuff is dead I'm coming through with knowledge and
door is locked And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot I announce the bounce, smooth like an ounce Blow more ways than one y'all niggas
your pussy in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth No question, it's all about the D - O - E So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree Ain't tryin' to stock
ball Believe me when I say, we comin' for all of ya'll Look deep into my crystal ball See the dead smokin' on trees and drinking alchohol Underneath
chorus 2x] Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night) Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night) Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night) There's something from
I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the
I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but
human's head He's steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
[Violent J:] On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night
in chains Well I'd rather fight with all my might While I have eyes to see Well I'd rather die ten thousand times Than hang from a gallow's tree. Chorus
Ha, everybody plays the fool, sometime There's no exception to the rule Yo I met this girl by the name of katrina Sexy-ass hoe from the heart of medina 20 years old
a smokin nigga and bobbin my head to my jam im prolly on that deaf im prolly on that cam all pink diamonds lookin like spam all white porshe lookin like the clam all
the dead has risen Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old
on . . ." All the american boys Asleep beneath american shade Awake on foreign soil They awake inside the barricades Inside the barricades The sun curves over the jungle And trees
a muley cow muley since she was born It took a jaybird forty years to fly from horn to horn Now old Rattler's dead and gone like all the good dogs do
ride on a train Wanna steal a ride on a train Crawlin' in the dirt all night I guess this is a place Newborns lashed to a dead oak tree Settle deeper