're going straight on down, down, down In a hail of gunfire I'm on a hunt, hunt, For your chemicals, I got the lust, lust, For the criminal in you Don
season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little Keats There's gonna be sorrow, try and wake up for tomorrow
re gonna get inspired) Tam gaz choppers, havada du?man av?na c?kal?m (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal
used to love your company now you always bugging me For information and you tell your friends you plan on dumping me So I'ma wait for your evacuation
, mo' stretch It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho My brain is on one track Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack None of that
for crackle like a rock star does for smack None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at I'm a man and I demand a wo-man for that act Personal
their bloody robes The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own You're alone for maybe the last time And you breathe for a long time Then
, the howlin' wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl Trees that've stood for a thousand years, suddenly will fall Wanna get married? Do it now, tomorrow
alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to
coming or you will end up dead Taste the anger - I'm seeing red Feel the danger - Sleep when I'm dead There's no time for mercy, there's no need for
'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder if there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The red
something I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Get up I'll break ya down
shinin' I'm Mike Jones (Mike Jones) I stack change and grip grain Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger Until I die, I'ma hunt for change I had to
start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry
must be thinking I live the life of a thug They full of hate Beating me with pipes and weights And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that theres
The brave new computerbrain is giving out orders... [Machine: ] Death to brains, death to sorrow Turn the lights off and wait for tomorrow Brains of
dead There's footsteps at my door They halt I'm tormented by that whore Who waits at court in London For word of my demise Her agents hunt me everywhere