Songtexte:
Slaughter Old Man

Wanna tell ya a story that happened to me There was this old man started chattin' with me He sat by himself on the side of the road A cowboy hat and them

, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While

Who's arm is this? I must have cut it off at the pharmacist And refused to resume my severed prescription of ??? I'm the old man who lives upstairs and

Shawn Wiggs] Verbal slaughter, grey goose and vitamin waters Slumped in the gym, throwing the dumbells all out of order Knockin' scuffs on my Reeboks... (say what) I got that old

t you see there is nothing left to create? All is for me to destroy And emptiness employ I want to murder everyone in the entire world Every man and

I can't get up yet What we have here is the experiment (My eyes, I can't see) It's called the 6 million dollar man (I can't see) He has the speed of a

That told me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter

days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin

I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving the dreams of past glory I see the old