the right (right) Run up in the house shut the door goodnight Come back out bout 20 minutes later braggin to the homies how i shook that hater start back hangin start back
, let's see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin', like two midgets in the back seat wrestlin' Speaker box vibrate the tag Make it sound like aluminum cans
wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the D Just send me to Hell or Salt
a mess, streets bloody as hell Study my 12, I cut him he fell A druggie on bail, nutty as well With search light, bud he revealed Dead or in jail They're headed for hell
My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back, I handed your life and I'll snatch it back" I'm just a latch key kid with
toke down A little city, chillin' in the North Bay Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes In the back, sippin
well To shun the heaven that lead men to this hell If all the stars disappear and die And I'm looking at an empty sky Oh, I'll be damned back behind
was a time when drive-ins first opened You used to pull in and get out, exchange hellos, greetings Evidentally some people were getting out and exchanging Something a little heavier than hellos
louder Than a country music concert coming through Come tomorrow morning out in the parking lot There'll be fifty thousand beer cans on the ground And
this isn't Hell, tell me what can be Hell? as a core of a senseless life they just clock in each day where's my heaven? Life is Hell where's my soul
's for you Shotgun, fast lane, on the highway to hell Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back
another hell The blindness we hide inside will make us carry more Empty cans and useless monuments of wealth And we could hold hands Bring back the
a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening
't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm blazin' niggaz While they up in
check us out. Beats in the back seat blow, aw Turn the whole scene down. Still talking shit about Monday. The weekend is over now. Not meeting no one halfway. Amateurs, get the hell
sensor? Root down, feelers out across the marsh before it was ?Awesome Car!? I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back
or you carpe the diem Warplay the porn game Wanna get the sure way Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens Trickery I'm back