lived on southern deep-fried spam Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland Disgraceland, disgraceland, disgraceland He finished his short life Sweaty and bloated and stoned He ruled his domain and
it And while that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black and take it back Let's shout out loud and clear
in all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong Strumming my pain
I doubt it Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
, how you doing it? Me and my niggas, we riding dirty from Charleston to Texas Bowling ball paint job, with D's on the Lex Beamers and Cadillacs, optimos and
An impossible feat and I repeat An impossible feat and I repeat An impossible feat and I repeat The damsel's in distress but they a mess They only like my armor, and
! But the pimp is one of the coolest but I pay no more Been known to rock the big blocks and colorful gay toys With the flip-flops and the silk socks and
crazy, the kids kill people There cop haters, they're going against society I don't understand the music, it's too loud It's too loud, it's too rowdy
to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin fuck the straight henny, just grab me a beer You see I'm reppin now, and
weapon quickly drew He was bound to die defended As all brave cowboys do The weapon flashed like lightning And it sounded loud and clear As the cattle rushed and killed
me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing Singing clear and strong Strumming my
good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him and listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my
's nothin' but a hobby to him Simple as serve and volley to him Niggaz like, "Hov, why don't you get at old boy?" Why kill a puppet and leave Geppetto
and take the stand (several people help Benoit onto the platform) You don't have to worry, boy Just relax, tell the truth loud and clear Everyone's looking
shut up. Open it. Read what it says. (JOE opens it and reads out, half-amused and half-appalled.) JOE "Mad about the boy" NORMA Yes, and you do look
world'll be ours Repeat 1 Your games amaze, but alot of ways, many choices Can't sleep, when I do I hear voices Speakin' loud and clear, wait 'till
And so I came to see him to listen for awhile And there he was this young boy a stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words Killing