歌词：
Tool Pot

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya' must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya' must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya' must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to

He was raised in a house where he got scared of attention Twisted yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringin' Neighborhood

I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe Got My Education Without School Quiet As A Mouse Move But I Keep A Loud Tool

, now ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black I used to peddle crack, you never sold drugs so stop frontin' I pushed the war button, you cold panicked Use tools

of the deli The ghetto to mallon, his tools was heavy His crew was ready to do whatevy Got juice but not tryin' to turn in the power Ain't burnin' the pot

shit, c'mon, stop the bullshit It's B Sig, dog, straight in da league, y'all Straight out da school yard, Hoover, I schooled y'all Now school's out, lights out, tools

compatible establishment. U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike jones my Ozone. behold embarrassment shit im feared as an Afghani terrorist im poppa's tool