race See the way, see your destiny Your mercy screams won't set you free Into the fires Into the fires of truth and fear Into the fires Into the fires
to graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into
Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard One, two, one, two (Killer Beats) Turn it up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way
-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me? [Cappadonna] Wutup Toney? [Ghostface] Wsup don' don'.. [ODB] All the way
One Nation under God has turned into One Nation under the influence of one drug Television, the drug of the nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
before I catch up, give him mine But that's one thing the real nigga here despise I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire Eternal sunshine in this
stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out from the Scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
screen Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog First your art turns into
DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire Barb wire around
The Devil say the end is the beginning They teach that we were the product of incest Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics Stand with
must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000 By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist? It's the Feeding of the
this year Shed blood, some'll be shooken Just look with they head in the mud, red flood "Villain" [Outro] One of the things we ran into the unknown
of a stiff cock I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch Sip scotch J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT Spend grandly, with explosive Spit fire raps
now trapped with the town thieves The ground breathes in the fumes of death Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set We travel underground the sewer system
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
I said, "Bernie, you pop that gum one more time..." And he did! So I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots... ...into his head. [