in the hardware. Documented and filed. We have no access to the information that they have stored on us. Ticker-tape alter egos, print-out portraits.
, master p gc nigga, tru what the Fuack y'all wanna do Chorus Halloway We them down south killer boys Ghetto commission and them motherfucking miller boys
lament the death of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
me (Hey supermodel) And she was just everywhere I mean little girls wanted to be like her Little boys wanted to be with her And even mothers somehow altered
the cement mixes When the eyes of the workmen stop and fix this Chicks' mouths' full of asterixes Guttermouth, she spits on every curb And she flips the boys
see you move I want us to be closer In fifty years or more Getting young not older Like we were here before But your quarters are all sullied Your alter boys
Well the choirs were singing and the candles they were burning And the lantern girls and alter boys were crossed and cleaned And my baby and me watched
snake biter, I the, at it 'Cause I'm a little odder at it In the Ac' with the aircraft and then leave inactive My alter-ego make niggaz alter their
As devils search for the secrets to immortality I alter my physical chemistry Walk through the valley of the shadow of death I exist even when no things
to the altar A priest is playin' his organ again Crawl to the alter Play at the alter [Incomprehensible] at the alter Die at the alter [Incomprehensible
habitual, wit puffing buddha, get your crew And imma do the opposite of peace And go to war so go prepare your boys for floor show Every morsel, I'm your
aint early birdy I'm working da Nine to Five La, La, La So you gotta...do...sum...ite... for...channel...u Channel who sorry who im altered for a snooze
wit' puffing Buddha, get your crew And I'ma do the opposite of peace And go to war so go prepare your boys for floor show Every morsel, I'm your corporal
story while the others pinch ya ?'cause now you?re bunkmates with Bubba Who won?t use no rubba For the maximum sentence the law would allow So tell me boys
on the payments I get paid to make sure that you pay rent Or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets Frozen meats out your refrigerator Then my boys
with a magic wand and said "You shall be the one". And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older I began to understand. Most boys put their
magic wand and said "You shall be the one." And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older I began to understand. Most boys put their mother
got some hair cuts Lookin' wild & got all drugged up Hopped a train into the night Got a ride with a transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys