They drag me to my bed I didn't want to sleep tonight 'Cos I shake too much when I ain't high I ain't sick (he ain't sick) I wake up in bed ... shouting ... Brain Dead
bodies dropping When you hear my pistol select ah dome, Respect that True how's the underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector, Bone [Hook] [Verse 3:Wish Bone
up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining Went to the cash register, broke
, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck dear Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones
didn't realize Where I was goin I didn't wanna bother anybody Accidentally stepped on a dead body Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck you're goin (Sorry) I might be dead
you please Make a discision to create life, or spred death and disease We got 360 degrees of emcees That make these rap niggaz sound like they swangin from trees Everythang from brain
forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broker
damagin' You got no wind and it's plain and simple Name 'em cripple Get savage when I aim my pistol Flame a missile through your temple till your brain gristles Dead
and constantly stackin and packin Cause where I'm from accidents just don't happen Living in the fast lane, full speed ahead I had kegs of juice and niggas wanted me dead
the leg and fractured my shin The bone splinters shot right out of my skin People barfed in the crowd; they were going insane And Rocky punched my nose-bone into my brain
sea cliff, strength versus weakness People of the world, let my particles unite [Warcloud:] Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful son You
brain I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain I got the blues so bad Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I'll blow my brains out
Clara Parton and Medina Girls who sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now
We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your
sold bathroom tiles My brothers and sisters all hated me 'cause I was an only child I got the blues so bad, kinda wish I was dead Maybe I'll blow my brains
comin' up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones and some rings And some ropes, still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining Went to the cash register, broke
