get there without playing games Or pointing fingers at who's to blame I'm only human but time will tell Who's sold out and who is for sale Kicked out - kicked
Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out Department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin' me and my bitch? You dead wrong
? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead
bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed
of dialect Dangerous environment Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand So far, quick draw, quit while you can Quicksand suffocates and draws out the
aight with his balls out He stepped on clarences' biggie smalls album Mooney get that niggaz, pam yelling rip that niggaz Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen James jumped on moon
it up to ten and now he's movin out When I'm in my room I pump the volume And play it so loud you can hear it on the moon See, my sound system is world
shit Spit your blood out and do your dance But I'm a kick that ass through your leather pants Fuck 'palooza, big festivals We'll never sell out with
moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered
dry because of the sky Its filled with smog and fog and fuck I finally had it im gonna jump! (is he dead?) No i bounced my shits made out of rubber A
in half like a tree stump, out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling
like a tree stump, out there (Chorus) Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling
dead carnival Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival Come see the show, big top show Walk hand in hand with the dead
shit Hit ya like a mule kick Pick a hater out the crowd And hit em with a pool stick Hallucinations seein shit Got ya climbin trees Passed out in a ditch
jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my bitch Trying to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static on when she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon
the membrane Makes me leave dead bodies in the tub cause I got no love For my momma (stick) or my daddy (shit) Now I'm solo Oh no, out the roof of the
Out of all belief You're gonna call my name Out of all belief In a lonely place Out of all belief You're gonna call my name Out of all belief
