Lyrics:
The Way His Collar Falls

'll miss his glasses and the way he writes in purple pen, the way his collar falls to the left. Have you seen his ankles lately? I know he's next to me. I feel his

'll miss his glasses and the way he writes in purple pen, the way his collar falls to the left. Have you seen his ankles lately? I know he's next to me. I feel his

headless motherfuckers that'll clap at the gate Stomp his chest in and put the fuckin axe through his leg Chop his head off 'cause the livin motherfuckers

30 a.m. now And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way To the disignated spot on prison grounds Where he will be executed by way of firing squad I got

KNOW! JEB TAKES HIS MUSTACHE OFF. JEB: WHEN WILL SHE BE BACK? JEB PUTS HIS MUSTACHE ON. JEB: I DON?T KNOW! JEB TAKES HIS MUSTACHE OFF. JEB: WELL WHERE

Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles

The flies have quit their buzzing Even Bear has stopped his barking They all sense something brewing Up the James and headed this way Bobby sips his

I paid only one way not two I don't know where but I'll get there And on my way I'll sing this tune And when the night falls down on the southern city

so you know [gangstas] if you scared stay out of the game, baby Verse 1: kurupt Another day, another dollar, Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars