see straight the bringer of your death I just can't wait keep your eye on the scene eye on the scene you're a loser a one eyed fruit face down on the
straight the bringer of your death I just can't wait keep your eye on the scene eye on the scene you're a loser a one eyed fruit face down on the curb
She was more like beauty queen from a movie scene I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She
voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything I love It's on everything I love, man
Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep
fell in love with the first cute girl that I met Who could appreciate George Bataille Standing at a Swedish festival Discussing, 'Story of the Eye' Discussing, 'Story of the Eye
, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday
swinger Talkin 'bout high post She was the most Knew she was fine, dope, fly She didn't have to try She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried
Um, let me recap the story briefly in case you just walked into the room: Louie the Cat was sitting on one branch. Billy the Bird was on another branch
in the form of oil, watch the cocaine boil Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause And ask God why did he put me on the serve, just so
her fall into the pit, Done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled
fall into the pit, Done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled
left right to tight When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I'm on some hi
camouflaged, just to fit the scene Rip, rip through Egypt, jump into it In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene
you've been, won't you, won't you come to me? Paint the scene, so you can see city pickin' up speed On a bench 14th street, taxis streamin' yellow streaks
will resume They'll try to push drugs, keep us all dumbed down And hope that we will never see the truth around So come on Another promise, another scene