(from "Tony Hawk's American Wasteland" Compilation) Originally by Government Issue A violent situation someone else's fight outside someone's screaming
go boom, With the sweeper I sweep like a broom, Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come
of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect
in my eyes and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G's overdose
: The other one feeds on my hesitation Grows inside of my trepidaton Buries his claws in my dislocation I whisper your name to lose control I take a
went sour tart You got a coward heart You're never giving up, thinking all the while it's smart It made you ice cold 'cause you gambled and your dice rolled snake
trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot
deep To below on Earth where the cops chases the creeps and the thieves "Priest lead us out of hell like Moses" Pass the snakes, all the vultures, the
a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest Made women drunk from the royal fragrance I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin' In other countries
is atheists, while the other halfs waiting on a spaceship, I can't take it, screaming life is what you make it, so called fake-friends, they all snakes
liars, bar codes Stuff your wallets fat, misspell your cotton pharm clothes Scared with shopping carts marks March with the other army ants Be aardvarks
s interpretation of god-stuntin (?) Why both a president'll be a swat guy That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by A drank and some hot
this? It used to be a friendship Then this Decepticon +Transformed+ into a Benedict I can't think of no other reason other than the fact that you was
I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach
with blood in a bucket We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it I got a european attitude and ready for russia My hot flow
plate but only Tech N9ne got ate The cerebellum was great then she sat on top of the snake I didn't even see bait so with my other bitch I had to skate
red, Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead I'm a soul to the block nigga that think violence is cute Chase niggas in hot pursuit, nine's is mute
wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at
