you? Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me" I said, "How're you?" Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track Can you pick and
yo' knees up Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin', they can't find you I move with bowling ball bags, you
you hip? You in a hurry? You can't relate? Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back
't crowd me 'Cuz I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are 'til
'd you go?) Nobody likes you Everyone left you (Where'd you go?) They're all out without you Havin' fun (Where'd you go?) Everyone left you Nobody likes you
original beat the hypocritical, ridicule The weaker techniques that leave you burnt Like cannabis sateva , either you do or you dont, we'll prove that you
said but I knew him In a way you all never did You see man I walked with him and talked with him I saw how his teachings awed the crowds Those famous
't us My ways, they stay the same Either I love you or hate you, I diss you or date you I make you or break you, play you when you play me, an eye for
guess you must've known it would someday Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint I'm glad to see you're still alive and you
poor, poor man Will you touch, will you mend me Christ? Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ? Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ Won't you kiss, won't you
here we go Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang Well oh no, look at
guess you must have known it would someday" "Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint I'm glad to see you're still alive,
I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my
woah [Chorus] Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) I know that your with it Till ya body sore Girl you know you can get it I'm gonna play for you tonight
when I slide-a my wrist, You know you're not gonna get it when you get like this, So don't you, don't you, don't you mess with my big boom thing cuz
what they said we couldn't now look whos the no hopers We can touch god through the power of a crowd Bush bashing with a butcher knife how you like me
days of house of pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) You just a quitter, and you bitter
like the narcsters When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils You seek enlightenment you can be my disciple Son, I don't wanna be in Queens house