get there without playing games Or pointing fingers at who's to blame I'm only human but time will tell Who's sold out and who is for sale Kicked out - kicked
cross the moon like E.T. Spider-Man with a scope, aim at you through my web site Though I was gonna shoot you? You was dead right [Scratching:] "Step
Nigga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace
dry because of the sky Its filled with smog and fog and fuck I finally had it im gonna jump! (is he dead?) No i bounced my shits made out of rubber A
moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered
! Spit your blood out and do your dance But I'ma kick that ass through your leather pants [Shaggy2Dope] Fuck 'Palooza, big festivals We'll never sell out
thing" [Chorus (1x)] Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead
I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM
Where they say there's a bug-free zone So let's go, let's head out tonight And let the words in our minds spill out 'Cause right now under this fevering moon
through their hands, torsos and throats. I was froze. Dead eyes... carbonized... As I kicked them away I could see all around me... Of piles and piles of dead
'm someone good from you can be around this yo So much time you have to learn to live with it Higher boundries for who I restrict like thoes who want you fi kick
ride up on our tanks, invade , blow out things to save our name and, Mina, Rina, Tina, Sophina bein a super Indian babe We black market we black mane we hit shit out
ain't never been afraid and he shot out every street light on the promenade past the frozen ham and eggers at the penny arcade throwin out handfuls of a blood stained salary they were dead
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the
out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like