By and by the way of an explanation Cast a drift of the shores of shotter's nation I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick Oh now what use am
frozen six pack with exacto Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so You know how that go, skull
can't biuld me spliff dem Without rizzla Dem say look out the door And you know di weather Me start put two An two together First class flights And she drinks
in the sack, I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag, I?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like
, beat it beat it through ya skull in the back of shit alley. get ready for me to grab your drink and show you my grand finale. Been accused of being
Why, every time I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why why, every time I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why why, every time
Cube [laughing] (I am the West, Cube!) (Got another one) (I be tellin these niggaz and bitches on the bottom) (They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid) (Drink
up Why does it have to be so damn tuff? I don't know where I can go To let these ghosts out of my skull My grandmas past, my brothers gone I never at
lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D. And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right
Reeboks and Decaturs, now You up to par and ready fo yo lesson I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session Like Tri-City
a dead end, you won't catch me spreadin no white thighs I only see afro bitches up in my eyes I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork I used to drink
they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you the bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull
are a secret network of international pirates Who identify with no nation, no national flag And no established religion. Their flag is the skull and
lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mister D And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right '
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) Riot in my skull, demons are coming L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working [???], genes/jeans for drinking
Come on a long with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in It