-tat-tap on your door with the damn ratchet Attack-tack-tackin' a whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score
lifers harass me outside the clinic And call me a murderer, now that's hate So needless to say we're in a mental state of debate" ?Hey beautiful bird?, I said digging her somber mood
ho) Saying you might as well pay attention (This is mood control) We can't afford free speech (Mood, mood, mood, someone's funkin' with the mood) Mood
way in hell that I could ever catch a disease And breaking all the codes on the latest machines Well I'll even let you download me for free I'm free I'm free
far from the city It's rambling old house with a big apple tree With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me. (The mood is broken as a number of GIRLS
damn ratchet A tat-tac-tac in the hall with the damn hatchet A nap-sack-packed with like 40-some Zan-exs Shorty come back, I'm tryin to score me some
ratchet A tat-tac-tac in the hall with the damn hatchet A nap-sack-packed with like 40-some Zan-exs Shorty come back, I'm tryin to score me some lapdances
harrass me outside the clinic and call me a murderer, now that's hate so needless to say we're in a mental state of debate" hey beautiful bird i said digging her somber mood
being pulled into the middle of a vicious war And I'm back to 0-0, the official score Feelin trapped, like a leg lock figure-four Feelin free, like a
tap tap on your door with the damn ratchet Attack tack tack in the hall with the damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like 40 some zantac's Shortly come back I'm tryna score