bum [All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All
surely cleanse of wrongs and rights When you and I and all else dies It's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave
you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep Spots of black
soon the killing was over The stench of death was all that remained Death he commands in this poison land Distributing pain The choking sky, black buzzards
shelf The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself; And I packed it full of grub and "hooch", and I slung it on the sleigh; Then
I'll show you what's right [CHORUS] Dirty muck, cover up Strip it down cover round Dirty muck, cover up Strip it down cover round Dirty muck, cover up Strip it
's a black cat Iying in the shadow of the gate-post And the black cat keeps telling me that love is on it's way. Yeah there's a black cat Iying in the
mother fuckers are clowns man; hip-hop's too nice It's too pretty What are you gonna do to it necro? Take a razor, and slice it! Yo peep this shit
the wind To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man And it's hero the all seeing worm The pain
that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it Slap a hoe, snatch
wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest
I die As I kill the worm upon the ground As it eats your ruins underground Your God shall I eat, bit and kill His warm blood as it comes, my throat to
like a wild beast Crawling like a worm The dream of my life is slowly fading away Of the blackest kind - A nightmare? Of the blackest kind - It's more
in the corner of your room It's covered with a sheet just like it died But I will take a broom I'll sweep it new again, arrange it Oh, I'll grow a dozen
escaped while the fuel cells they drained far too fast, I am dragged like worms on a hook through the hole to the blackness beyond at the end of days
ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake I spit it for
territory Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd It
case Getting chased raided but mostly getting shit painted [chorus and scratch x2] [Promoe] Yo, it was me and Suer, right. On a tuesday night Had green, brown, black