I'll see all that I need Death on a pale steed Heads on a steel blade Treads on a shallow grave Ball on a hollow acrylic frame The future flashes redundancy
(Hey world) Get you a paper, turn on the news Ride through the hood, eyewitness the blues How can you ignore it? It's easy to spot it A trap house,
be ruff when we ride (L.O.X.) Who that kid that, fly in his truck, high as f**k Mami on my side, she weeded I'm henneseyed up Wet like flipper, dick on
through the strain I'm livin' in a house of pain Is anybody listenin' and tell me can you can see This darkness surroundin' me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on
happy camper If P flowin' then that's the cancer Holiday the hottest shit point blank, dog, that's the answer How do you move on his way When taking all this stress and pain
' cheaper two for a penny Anybody, everybody, they hate me I can tell when they spit and degrade me There's only one house left The last on the block Old man Willie on
[Shaggy 2 Dope] The witch jumped on my back last night, I couldn't breathe In it's clutch, I was frozen with fright It went on for, what seemed like hours
The witch jumped on my back last night I couldn't breathe, in its clutch I was frozen with frieght it went on for what seemed like hours of terror, to
the wickedest, then I scat with the quickeness flip it the way i rip it's ridiculous man I brought the pain Then im out loud 'cause I dated baby like harry on
pull my hair" I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots I see a packed house in different color body suits I'm in the front row, chillin' on
all up, you'll be cool like a breeze [Xzibit] (Everlast) Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's And the look on my face look like a painful
gimme when I need it or I take it Fuck game, pass the blame, ain't no need to be fakin' Motha-fuckas want to bring it to the point where I'm brakin' Feel
(check it out) In the muthafuckin' house (geah) For the paper Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin' Half ounce hoodlums in the house Geah
can be so slow) When your own emptiness is all that's gettin' through There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking I passed that point
Having lost his job and soon his house and fiance The wrong way to turn was the path that he took He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass
Unknowing This Is The Place In Life That's Never Showing My Lover's Corpse Hand Wrapped Around My Neck False Feeble Minds Can't Comprehend Yet Come On Down To The House
March It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe A point
low But now you know 'cause you're John Doe In a black bag a tag on your toe I built the house I felt the pain You're victimized but got no one to blame