of the desert Yellow like a scarecrow Black like a snake He was a voodoo cowboy And he had never found a girl to call his own On and on and on That
of the desert Yellow like a scarecrow Black like a snake He was a voodoo cowboy And he had never found a girl to call his own On and on and on that
into it In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene Rip, rip through Egypt, jump into it In the spiritual desert
a kilo and let him die And then I'm a add on like arithmetic Suckers, careers get stopped, so stop, who you riffing with? I'm on point with the snakes and
bags Cancel the streak able Award winning costumes and makeup Big tops and wild villains Break up the chameleon It's to blend and devise the fabric Hybrids
room.. you listen and consume. You're a prisoner of doom. Sittin' in your room.. you listen and consume. You're a prisoner of doom. [Verse 3: (Madchild and
closest pattern to our process Our signature of razor blades and vinegar Walkin' in the path of the workin' class is a fuckin' blast And in our union
three eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti War is extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and
is like a dream, stargazer Scarred from the radar, beyond Gods and bombs and airwaves And channels, desert rats and camels, reptiles and mammals Stand wisdom Daniel, and
bust when they supposed to Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you The setup was weak, you coming I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
in the hole for the nuclear fall out with the snakes and creapy freak hotch and cotch and horney freaks shaddy ladies evil ernies richy richs and charlie
fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you could never see me and
J.R. Writer] YO, it's a miracle snake, how I skip through the states In the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date See this pistol and 8, It'll sit you
or another Fast cars, cash, money, hustlin', c'mon y'all, Desert Storm Some niggas thug and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob and some niggas'
between us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and
peace though Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil' Tyron Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Byron Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people Snake Uptown
this is now and that was before. Cause you are the devil and the devil is bad, you are the devil and the devil is bad, you are the devil and the devil
