I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
Stop!
Heyyyyyy
Fuck it
Mayday!
Crazy mother fucker coming at you like an A-K
any which way, but loose- for the throwdown
Mike Capone in 'yo town' shit's about to go down
those clowns- fucking weed hounds, with the brown bud
ever get no love, dubs for the slugs
flood the streets and the sewer, baby we just gonna move ya
turn you back into another way of life
living some new shit
ah
push it
push it
good
ow you done made me roll up in your neighborhood
with a car load-a- crazy ass- delinquent
o-good, drunk & crunk 'bats in the trunk' kids
baby you've got to be crazy
what's been happening lately?
I haven't seen, or even heard from you in so fucking long
guess we finished what you started
time for mom and dad to mourn mutha fucka
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
Stop!
Hey!
Fuck it
I say...put away the guns, and see who walks away
from the most electrifying ass-whippin'
dippin' through Kentucky, now you should've been lookin'
and I tried to tell you
tried to warn you
soon somebody is bound to mourn you
horns blew
then the trumpets, jumped and stuck on
the melody alone, it should-a told you
move the fuck on
you insisted on hating all along
my patience ran out long before this song
came upon me in a daze
in a faded, clouded maze of chronic
I'll hit you quicker than Gin & fuckin' Tonic, if you want it
my 3 track demo alone's a fuckin' b0mb threat
I'll fuck around and have your record company neglect
everything you started doing
as I ruin with my tunes of fucking doom,
and no illusions, soon the world will beat the boom from the...
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
I'm thinking these fucked up thoughts again
I wish there was a way to make this end
believe in the reasons of me in this grieving
misery-scene of a murder in the first degree
could it be that I'm free to receive you?
in these times of trouble
I freeze, and release you
you're through.
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind
I told you this would fucking happen
don't be so suprised
just count your fucking stars, you're still alive
aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes
I've still got you running through my mind