up like tailored for bullets that fit in the meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving You bird-ass nigga, I'm a mobster, you a pigeon Make no mistake
'til the magic hour Go and find myself the biggest tree Cut it down and count the rings Time was once When there was rustling in the reeds Tiny tumbleweeds, pigeons on
la mode, the ghettos will explode While ya sit pigeon-toed at diamond commode Another episode of ya walkin' the streets Million dollar stroll five thousand pigs on on
nozzle in fossil marker art Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon
full mission Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'." I'm on
the park While someone practised electric guitar We drank some homemade wine Now my heads not straight So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate Half
it appears to be I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel with relating Criminatin', interrogatin', God forsaken I'm on my heart achin', daddy on the