歌词：
C P O To Hell And Black

for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps and yo I'ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in half Lil' Nation, the C.P.O. psychopath You can't demolish

know To lock your doors, and close your windows And if you was thinkin that protection could stop me It takes a continent, full of niggaz to drop me And

can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good mornin' Howdy, nine o

and gun play For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music [Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black

And bust back before the man get a shot And the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal lox And bring heat like the blood of the mammal that's hot And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart And

bedsides A man walked in with a suit and a necktie [Chorus: Unknown Singer] Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days Asking for Christ to come, and

Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor

tricks motionless Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss The only nigga sick as this behind me Is the gangsta, S P I C E (Yeah, smell me,

And that nigga Prod, he's a gangsta I know the game bro and I could be a fuckin' murderer The hot shells melt yo ass G and the Tales From the Crypt