1, 2, 3, 4 fingers and I pick it Put my whole hand up my nose when I pick it Out, wave it about Then I just pass it around like a hand out Pickin' runny
Then all of a sudden they just passed Dash the reaper from ontop of ma wardrobe Slap *dem crack rocks outa ma mouth* Put me on stage infront of a crowd Now we're picking
with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally. I love you to death, but I wish you could have seen through your troubles, and it's hard
it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame?" Standing around. Good people, oh yeah! They all regard themselves as good people and they are full of "ain't it
head That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it Is it world the death
it's so easy when you're evil this is the life you see the devil tips his hat to me i do it all because i'm evil and i do it all for free your tears
it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "
star Then all of a sudden they just passed Dash the reaper from ontop of ma wardrobe Slap den crack, from side of the mouth Put me on stage infront of a crowd Now we're picking
all of a sudden they just passed Dash the reaper from ontop of ma wardrobe Slap den crack, from side of the mouth Put me on stage infront of a crowd Now we're picking
I know is I'm proud to be your son Papa if you can hear me There ain't a way in the world It's how I thought it would end up If it wasn't for you B
s the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be
shelf The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself And I packed it full of grub and hooch and I slung it on the sleigh Then
must be more than poems in some asshole's passion play so now it's your job and it's my job to make it that way to make sure they didn't die in vain
lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind? I talk about it all the damn time....keep it
Like "I'll get you in another time, another place" So they both pick up what little pride they got left And go back to the rest, embarrased to death
-jumbo Standing tall like Mutumbo but talk more shit than Briant Gumble That's how we do it when we kick it back on my block It's pop or get popped Kill
