myself, and all with a shit eating grin, and the prick of a pin. It's a Killer Life, It's a Killer Life, It's a Killer Life, Now on with the show! I
' keep on wishing, missing But still every morning' the color of the night I ain't spending no more time Wasted Oh, I don't wanna' spend my life
chores, the wood needs a-cordin' And the cows need a-milkin', Alvin, Alvin" "Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin, that's not my life I'm not a hillbilly
ll go crazy tryin to climb out the grime thats in my life (my life). Im surprised I survived. It's amazin! (amazin) Im alive, I got by with my life! [
plane TSA can kiss my ass Lord forgive me I'm trying know I ain't living right But this card I'm trickin' with got no limit right In this life you dead
two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
Tucked in the woods Near North Chicago Early November Commences our saga Two loved in silence For fear of corruption Then fate chimed in With an evil
life jaded, waiting To wake up one day and find That I've let all these years go by wasted Another glass of whiskey but it still don't kill the pain
em? blisters Kiss em? fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life
for miles behind The lights coming forward And the streets are broad All must yield To the avenging God The world is old The world is great Lessons of life
ever wonder why? D'you never ask the question Even in the depths of night? Now, as the daylight fading ends another day For too many life will never
on my rims And when I pull up, hoes be like, I know that's him Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood You know the one with
chores. The wood needs a-cordin and the cows need a-milkin'. Alvin, Alvin..." Wait a minute! My name's not Alvin! That's not my life. I'm not a hillbilly
those 4 with the dorsal fin yes blood in the water so fight and scratch and claw yes miss uh Elle: Woods. Elle woods Callahan: Someones had there morning
as hard as they were long In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write In the morning he would raise them with a song In the morning he would
put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
