the king of the fools [CHORUS] To hell and back - To hell and back We survived through it all To hell and back - To hell and back We survived through
me I don't wanna be nothing I'm taking back what used to be mine I don't wanna be nothing Take me from this hell I'm in I don't wanna be nothing
Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go
matter how many tears your moms' cried Ain't gon bring your ass back Plus in hell, you gon fry Why? But now the only 2 releative questions Is "Do we bury him or burn
No, no, no, no I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate To cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya I'm like that coke and weed When it burn slow
in hand It's not who you are, it's who you know Others lives are the basis of your own Burn your bridges and build them back with wealth Judge not lest
in the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town
whole truth And nothin' but the truth, so help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This time he's back harder, stronger and and And
limit, attention spared Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks Noise response, applause and hand claps Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow Makin' points
Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing (Please enjoy) Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I
and roll and shake The sweat hits the ceiling Tonight we will slip away Just rocking and reeling Beyond the point of no return The fever's rising 'til we crash and
in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
you think you can push me? Before I snap, just like that and bust back Fear, he don't live around here, what's that? Just stack, get your mind right and
you already the best? And what the hell is he doin'?" Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin' And fuckin' everything up
of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave I'ma
spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat" It be the god And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat" And the way that I come through And kill
on point like there'sa price on my head I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap But
