good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes
's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year If you think that you have seen a pair of eyes more green
your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold
right in front of your eyes Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin' dead with open eyes
and then you die, this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my car Commin' outta my eyes
in broad daylight, walk by and take a nigga life See the hoodie cover my face, no need for mask, shades for the green eyes, pussy nigga I need mine
has been left by her husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter. Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play in the green
green light was makin' me blind, her two flashing eyes No one was there who was as nervous as me My vision came true, a cry my blood runs cold [Chorus
Join the dance Follow on, till the Grail sun sets in the mould Follow on, till the gold is cold Dancing out with the moonlit knight Knights of the Green
's children they all gotta die My name is loretta but I prefer lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Fall for it if you want, Boo it's on you Playin' to the end look that how you do his ass Look is what you do make you think that your green is grass Don
? A few years later i was working in a bar It was all smokey and dark, There was a bluesman playing guitar When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
Where will you go when days grow Short and winds grow cold and green leaves are shaken? There was a road as once I saw Wound with bright ivies and trumpeting
kingdom go That you may carve upon my grave stone When confined in a six walled box I will no longer hear the clocks Indifferenty ticking in cold deserted
green hill there we did stand she is stolen she is snatched away through watery meads straying our lovely daughter she of the wild eyes she of the
is all we see On my block Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still play But on our block we still play Now shits constantly hot, on my block