Songtexte:
Killing Joke The Southern Sky

I've been dreaming - islands on my mind Down from the hills, into the forest, Walking on sands, into the water, I've been dreaming - under a southern sky

he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when I

joke Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh) Deltas and rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South

Niggaz on videos with money but can't talk it like me 'Cause they ain't sour like me, shit in two seconds you down My first album ain't no joke How

was or will be You slow poke stoke?? better hope you kill me I'm no joke bro when I know you feel me For shore my flows been known to kill beats [Haystak

said he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when

was or will be You slow poke stoke?? better hope you kill me I'm no joke bro when I know you feel me For shore my flows been known to kill beats [Haystak

leather Got my groove back with Stella Riding north to the moon light cause of the millenium jetter To much ice for us both cause I'm a south-western