the radio think about the day you made me feel again love me in a way you can't describe kill me in a way that i'll stay alive light me up so i can come
we just, and we just, and we just, and we just get up and go! Who they want you to be who they wanted to see kill the party with me and never go home
rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up
rider, looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up
the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up
the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio
steal the show I stepped on the stage, who is it? My name's Slug, I've come to kill a couple minutes And what's up with the way that everybody gathers
be herded Radio, television mixer, hand cannons Ying yang, the worker ants war dance for carjackin bandwagons And I preface my apologies with a buckle that latch up
kids love Tell us to drink up and get buzzed This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle With my guns
you be Camel Tao's dick You a grown man with no plans And still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams ("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but
. And I know I have my trophies, but it's like being proud of a little square inch of detail when the rest of the painting's messed up, washed up, bigger
letter to you i know I've been stupid and don't have a reason but I'm tryin not to ruin the one thing I believe in you It's killing me, killing you
lets you chill, it saves and it kills It's unbelievably creative and it's run of the mill It's fake and it's real, it's politics and it's skills It takes up
rap niggaz stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up
around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the
I wake up every morning From the same dream And then I kill it But you can't change the letters when the ink dries I woke up on the sidewalk and
't see So why you telling this to me? (repeat) See like with Emma, she sent me a letter Written on a shark I went to open it up He tried to bite my fingers