water flow that'll food up your high plains High percifitation make me wanna go and cry rain Your rhymes can't find the track like a fuckin blind train
'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood
that he got from his pops Dragged it across his throat and left a note in the mailbox Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fiend while your
if it's actual, talent and it's natural Game, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein I and I, ride or die, under the name W-U, the primary, your
't keep your woman from goin' astray Better run and check your kid for your DNA I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours With your corny metaphors
are turnin' green The whistle is a-blowin', here's your ticket and your pass The door is open wide, so don't let your coat tail drag I got the train
, how the poison vines do wrap around your soul And drag you down a long dark path to the place where nothing grows It's cold and lonely and your only
be on your side How many times do I have to tell you: Don't lead with what is on your inside Or people gonna find out you're different People gonna drag
shut down close your shops Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two train Drag you
boys, turn your radio down It's the rock 'n roll boys, turn your radio down It's them reggae boys, turn your radio down Neighbors mind your business
It's 2gether Number 2, G E T H E R To the CD you play in you car Drive to, cry to, blow that star Tiger Woods is 10, strokes under par So, tell me how
you and me Your ribbons and braids, pink lemonade Wings and a halo, had it made I was your knight, and you were my queen Fought all of the dragons in
i'm watching you become a man well how does it feel to be living this wild enchanting dragon-whipping you stepped into my better life without a seam
you?) (How do you do the things you do?) Hitmonlee's the key for your FIGHTING mood And you can ROCK n' roll with Geodude Dratini comes first when you choose DRAGON
The food you eat is your grub A victim's a mark A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart Your apartment is your pad Your old man is your dad
You got to be crazy You gotta have a real need 'Cause sleep on your toes When you're on the street Got to be able to pick out the easy meat With your
rich Kinda sad that your dad got you trained real good Buried a hatchet in his chest and drag him through the hood 'cause Chorus x2 (Otis): I find that your
dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam! To your skull To your