I run, shit it's already done Back with the flow, the show, the magic Went from hat tricks to uppin my status Yep another classic, hard to believe Poker face on
and you are located at the bar also' to m sparkling wine glass in the hand, marvelously. I had to see simple, go, on `ner scale am you not drauf, too
cranium You?re too worried about them honeys at the Peladium Who just wanna cling on, swing on And so on, go on, fall off, the hoes roll on To the
way back Is to keep your head straight Never inflate the cranium Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium Who just wanna cling on swing on And so on and go on
Foolishness and wisdom walk gently hand hand in hand Embraced in darkest universe as contraries blend as one Fear fills your mind on this ongoing journey
party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning?s freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands
on her petticoats. And she's standing in the harbour And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. See how they approach With dirty hands and
it Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it Ooh yeah On the dance floor Yeah yeah yeah Lets play a game On the dance floor
And approaches of war Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely, not the right amount Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation Waiting on
: Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who
you think your so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark (Stay wide awake) A world so cold, a world where on-ly some will
the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod brownings freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands
the morning, police at my door Dead body on the floor from the night before I caught a murder rap cuz I bust a cap in the whore Left her body stanking on
I let him go on Casanova saying shit like damn you got the blow on I'm like he did his homework, Knowing what I like Can't find nothing wrong on 'im,
like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on
your approach) Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em KnowImean? Just to make it sound official (uh) Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit
twenty four seven, bredren, my hand's itching Got me looking through the eye of the scope, and real killas move smooth With a quiet approach, silencers on