ain't no tomorrow You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done When the bum search for drums,
home away from home In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome Pickin up the homies, we get em one by one If you aint psychopathic ryda boy
deep within her She needs it, all her family's gone Now all she has is a little boy to keep her strong Always be there for him, sacrificing The rest of
last rebels left? Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck You're figitin' with 28 day simian Yeah, dog Him again The bad touch destruct militant Drum
him eat. And while he was eating, I would talk to him while he was eating, and I would ask him what he's doing. And he would say, "I'm using the chicken
[Intro] Represent, you act like this was the first time we done had to tell y'all You can hear us though, you can hear us... in 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1]
scored points all around the clock I had her daughter, the princess ridin my jock I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard Then I took a little trip
Chopper City, U.P.T. we hit 'em, dead bodies we split 'em Wannabees got with 'em, too late, we did 'em in, with the mack 10 Yes my little friend, I'm
with the drum off. I keep on goin' and flowin' just like a river. I got a whole lot to give so I'm-a give a little at a time, new trails are blazin',
no fuckin off beat I'm from Vixen Ent, so that mean that I'm a freak Bitch yo nigga know me, I be fuckin him 2 sleep [Chorus x4]