Everything flood dread Only we have left - talking bones Only we have left - talking bones Pass on our message - talking bones Pass on our message - talking bones
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes Fuck a juck, spend ten Gs alone on chrome When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones Two hundred and eight bones
guess I'll never grow a sideburn it's a shame with all I got to go between I hope somebody's cause takes soon it's getting hard to find a place a root
her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones
I know her secrets Bones fragments - dotted around I see my life and holding breath. The Unknown Ones walking around me their eyes glowing, their mouth grin they talk
tight titty Simone Seh she really come ova 'cause I'm home alone Mi a ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She start
family can do for you Ask only what you can do for the family This is my pledge, this is my pledge to we and all those that come after Let's talk about
all out nuclear war Would destroy all life on planet Earth. * We are not talking fantasy, Nor preaching doom. We are talking of an existing reality;
[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - w/ ad libs] For the love of money [3X] [Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents
About the macho plan (Macho city) Macho City Talking about Zombie servants Mystic mud Silver bullets Head green ton stud Black cat bone The
same girl I know you want to be the rain And I know that we would fall in there For a time and then unfall again For awhile I take you burying old bones
from inside setting Blind with no advantages the roots evolve into The wasted idle talk supposing dead Selfish cursed is the womb that lies infested Cracked bones
[killa bamz] Red dog ebonese, half gotti and lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
You got your conscious, yeah know i'mean, word up You got your sub-conscious You got your super-conscious You got your magnetic-conscious *various talk
[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - w/ ad libs] For the love of money [x3] [Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents
