Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before? You traveled to the realm of dice raw Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones It's not your fault black, just
just to braid her nappy hair Bbut here we go again waiting on the enemy To slide down the chimney Look here, that ain't reality [chorus] Santa Baby Just
always warm and flat (thats nasty) but if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just give me my own hell back so take me home (to my empty
[kool keith] I'm known to fence ya with my black mask, mc's go to hell [noggin nodders] And I'm the obtuse, and acute guy I'm known as motion, noggin
Damn, look how muhfuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bullet proof The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied
Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air" He went
Crawling the walls through every crack and crevice teems blackness washing over the windowpanes painting the buildings in between creeping down the alley
fill the corners up with light. Black spell casting against them now in the way that a bullet will go until it is stopped. And all the medicine went
everytime I hit the stage (time I hit the stage) Even the haters went and bought a CD But now my fans I'm an empty spray can And I just cant paint a
My mother went this morning October in the fall There wasn't any warning There's no good friends to call It's just water under the bridge It's just
-t-t-o, carry a switch for self-defense Rappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went? If I'm just a reflection then I'm takin over mirrors
One they call Whitey All you sons of Whitey Are all dickbiters So won't the real Slim Shady please act up? Get smacked up Get your eyes blacked up With
Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air" He went to
down south To learn a little black and blues From old street men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it, so they just
on the Champs-Elysees Left her empty Fendi on a silk pillowcase A bad French mistake and she's never going back there again This crazy world is rarely black
bud Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood Looking at me smilin', asking me what I got cuts, but cuts got down ? ? shit I can't tell Went from
head all red like that little orphan annie I'm dressed in black like streets of harlem Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem And get away just like