you drunk as me? (anytime Numskull) Well lets get keyed. The highest niggaz in the industry, 40 Water you drunk like me? (Numskull you numb like me
of the month, bro, [Incomprehensible] try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
niggas even stay a fan That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead (We miss you) And where I'm from it's either Guns or Roses And fuck with me,
Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop the crow from the young flowers, from
called up yonder you can hear the angels sing At the Punkin Center Barn Dance God is gold the grass is green [ fiddle ] Yeah I left California just before the Grateful Dead
come on and get happy I hate Puff Daddy And his friend the dead fatty I hate the grateful dead But I'll be grateful when the rest of them are dead
It's workin' It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock Let me hear you scream I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets We reign and we pop and
the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle, With demons inside me, what demon is not me, These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from sleepin, And
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
blaring me, You scream, but I can't hear what your saying. There comes a time to defeat your friends. 'cause you make it so easy for me, easy for me.
Joan Baez Oh Mom, can't you tell me where your head's at? I'm sick to death of hearing about Where you saw the Grateful Deads at Oh Mom, don't you know
demons in hell And the angels in heaven At my side Set me free, I'll grant your hearts desire And I will share the secrets of the grand design Give me daughters, send me
You told me he was the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story
all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and melt like gravy I ask myself, is there something here to save me
from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame By the Red Sea on dead shores
to who disturbs me I make your life complicated Emcees get ground and grated While they waited In the lobby It's my hobby It'll prob'ly be me Who sees
You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns for me celebration instead Skull and bones, walking away from
Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead... She lives in oklahoma, Where the storms come prairie fed, And the numbers keep