the would she love me forever, I know she could I remember when you and me mmm how we used to be just good friends Wouldn't give me none But all I
yourself And if you are waiting, waiting for me Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee I'll be home Sunday just in one week Dry up your tears if
minutes, rats sendin' me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down? I don't know but it's one thing I know for sure With the scenery
Pops mad tripping like if I was freebasing Nightmare on Elm Street I'm gone play Freddy Krueger Creeping on your block be like masked with the rueger If I
find me I'm sorry I saw him I saw him Laughing I could hear them Laughing Alive I could hear them E. A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They
breasts so I could titty fuck While she do my taxes for the IRS so I could just relax, shit By now I'm blessed I'm her daddy I'm her Messiah, I'm God
that I love you, I'm glad we could have a vacation this year, Oh neat-o, glad we could have a vacation this year." They left that night, crunchin
the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I
I would take it if I could And I would not lie to you, because Sunday mornin' soon will come Things will be, easier to say Upon the microphone like I'm a Boss DJ I
(yippee) "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer you'll go down in history." Well Rudolph he didn't go for that he said "I see through your silly games" How could
will believe in some kind of superstitions baby. Then you could see if we staple it together and call it bad weather Oh na na here I come Oh now here I
the days before To the day they came a knockin' at his door But another warden came along, Jack Johnson was his name He knew how prison living could
slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw If I sell out, yo, I
me I'm sorry I saw him I saw him Laughing I could hear them Laughing Alive I could hear them E. A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They're calling
breasts so I could titty fuck while she do my taxes for the IRS So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god