Gazing into the eye of the universe I hear screams of fallen souls, sad cries of agony Within the void of this evil hole, deep inside the black Could
me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?
goin' down to Mexico, I'm going down You're not going to hear 'em stand there And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms And the stars like a
I'm the chick who drops sick flows fill bowls with ill flows Ill ho hell Knows pantyhose holes full of no doz Make your earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol
googily goo Look what the cat dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old one
Prevail, Mad Child, Saukrates Who would've thought all these ones would add up to three More horsepower, hardcore with gun powder Blow the show into a black hole
no work, not earning that, the black microphone murder vet I'm in a class of my own, If I got beef with you, you the last one to know I arrive on time
'm from Mars Got two more planets to go and then I'm on my way to the stars Oh no, there I go through the ozone layer hole Where the men are the men and
in your ear so you can hear what i got I was one of those monsters in the video thriller Known to the world as the pop star killer And on another part
black macks, with black hats and black bats Black Panthers, with black gats, twenty-one blackjacks Twenty one black napsacks, black weed Black Friday, nigga, black fistes Black
to explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad We're bein' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes
Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black Gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black
money, my nigga Pull up to the club, chicks in the back Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac Into the club, whole crew to the back Super the stars
my nigga Pull up to the club, chicks in the back Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac Into the club, whole crew to the back Super the stars make
womb of a phoenix expect nothin less then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole
death My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in America Assassinate your character, slaughter ya Twenty more holes
seater Benz I got one motto get dough till your gone I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes I'm Numero Uno with one more before I go If you think
