For the best that it stays on sweat like branches motions to pink surrounding you is gone for geries of plastic bound Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound I
down in sympathy outsides run against the grain in streams after all the dreams started words just showed up on the page each day speak ing volumes out
in vacant lots Down dark pathways Special paintings line the wall The ghastly glow of broken saints The cheeks of working flames burn blue And spit out
did You Kiss Right Now We sing and scream it seems our dreams are spools of string and pigs with wings You see I'm gumming up My belly is full of babies
Small Body on the Road Coat still sheened with Spring It's eyes still black And soft and warm and clean It's legendary quickness of feet Too slow for
Oh Man you've got a fuckin nail in your brain Turn it left until the fleas can come out Thimble thumbnail Showered Cuts And rip the power out And bring
when I did you wrong and all those words not quite light as lead It's right up front and fed All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made
turn out right Everywhere the sky is scaly gray get on your feet and move quietly wild scrapping on the floor and scraping into bits I hope that you turn out
my shorts than save a hoe I have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada
money, money don't make me a dime [x2] [Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again
Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial A message to the ladies, depend on yourself So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby A message
leave a chain of blood stains Represent, never hesitant All we out for is fuckin dead presidents What? hah, what? yeah, it ain't hard to find Out with
lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this Little kids be behind me screamin' out
*(Ager Man)* Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz fo all you wacked out niggaz bitch made batched out niggaz jaw jacked out niggaz I'm not gonna to patch out
em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the box, knock em out yo Let em live son Cowards live...
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here
your kingdom down) {*gunshots*} Ah, Johnny, yo, got shot, my baby, Johnny {*gunshots*} (Freedom, we're gonna tear your kingdom down) My baby, why? (Oh
stand fo' Fuck you bring yo' man fo'? S be the ghost, Double R What First come the hawk, then next come the toast K to the R Double R what Send mad cowards
