Paroles:
The Automatic Rats

Have I become a recluse? What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise? He's smirking under his skin Our divide is steel but paper thin,

Find a camera recluse What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise? Its lurking under my skin uninvited Silver paper thin i'm breaking

bottles, (yea) Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models, (uh huh) Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles, (yea) Flirt with the hood rats thin

chains Caught with the same aim Brain games and names changed To protect the innocent by-stander Lies, slander and the master-planner Destroy the black male Crack jail and semi-automatic

I tell you bout this fucking rats They even snitch and bend over to catch No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats Get my bottle of Ciroc and

now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real far from where the roaches and rats

now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real far from where the roaches and rats

his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats

a rope, let them tug and pull No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics