me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what
the stars, In that distant land, Strict as lies, We took our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons why, we hear.. Ohh
body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before we
* background vocals [Intro: Killah Priest] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain
enourmous possibilities [Verse] I climbed up the tree in the back and got on my rooftop with my 22, It's hot with little pops, Started bustin off shots
the hunt for something never to be found goddamn its two more in the cooler once im back in the store pull my hand axe out that back and then attack
I got some dick for that) Ride with us bitch (And you ain't coming back Why don't you just take a look at my hatchet) Here come the train, try and catch
about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo 'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro Now the icp
Be Found ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They Coming For Your Goods Simultaneously In 50,000 Neighborhoods ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They Coming Out The dark And They Coming
I climbed up the tree in the back and got on my rooftop with my 22, It's hot with little pops, Started bustin off shots aimin all at the sky, I emptied
'm glowing Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where you going? Welcome to the house of horrors (Shaggy 2 Dope) La di da we gotta protest that Some
swung with all my might, made a thump noise in his head Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun And blew his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium
dead carnival Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang
whats worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah! never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand back with the fo-fo mag! that niggas
them shorties come and ride on em When the pistols click clack If you still alive will you really get the dumping If you got that 45 on you Tell them bitches get back
I describe it? We the type of couple that when we get up with each other We get it crackin' in the kitchen or the bedroom It don't matter where we at, we
would I describe it (Ah- ahahaha ahhh!) We the type of couple when we get up on each other we get it crackin in the kitchen or the bedroom it don?t matter where we at we