How long 'til we forget them? Skin and bones, skin and bones Eight nights in a row spent here way too cold Sleeping with clothes filled with holes from
been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent
put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. [G:] You know which hole feel the best. [2:]
you don't get caught slippin You don't get caught trippin Cause if you fall down then it's Off with him Another one off in the wood box Man'll get revenge
them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light There are stains on the floor Where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place Mixed with the wood
: You're with your baby And you're parked alone On a summer night You're deep in love But you're deeper in the woods You think you're doin' alright Did
to be arreigned at dawning, Looking in the eyes of a judge, He knew right where to put that thug Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
the hole in the wood? You say, what's that sound Coming out of the hole in the wood? You say, what's that sound Coming out of the hole in the wood? It
me down, underground Whoo-hooo, hey, whoo-hooo The lullabies and pills don't work no more So please lobotomize my brain Or take the shovel and dig a hole
: He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel
: As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with
stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's panda-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should
cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with
the Car Then we made the Bomb Now it?s all gone wrong We used to be content with a piece of charcoal Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole Then
Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up [Ghostface Killah:] Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga
clearin' So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experiences You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes
drown yourself I guess there?s no hope left, all the ships are leaving port and the wine is smelling like death and You can smoke until there?s holes
