bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny
Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib The funny thing is we both
if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope It's just a case of flash delirium Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse Ages stuck
rappers think it's so funny Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny
fuckin' rappers think it's so funny Hit the fuckin' floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck So take a pause you find it funny
a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny
'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way) [Chorus] So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib The funny thing is we both
Friends of mine don't have the time for food or wine Just money is on their minds Life is sweet on a one-way street They're indiscreet and funny, they
poor (The bum bitch that snitched, who knows?) Mama I don't wanna sell crack no more (Man I shoulda fuckin' stayed in job corp) Stayed my fuckin' ass in job corp
out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos Funny style
make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit, I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin' on e it kind of funny
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday shit, it's robbery shit Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse
I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things
not paid to question He thinks it's rather funny because he's earning lots of money When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley Another tray of corpses
4x) Joe's mind is full of motors(?) He is always taking photos Of the remains of his beserk little twists Yes ....(?) polaroids Of his little golden boys 18 carat corpses
the sky on that day all the blood froze in my veins out of fear the children all put on their masks continue on this sheltered path we will become corpses
top of the list Know what I mean, have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
