This one goes out to all of those that success Wait, not the ones that want it This goes to those that they deserve it And this one goes to all of that make the moves and those that have paid the To all of those that walk the fine on the edge To all the heads about to break it
And you don't want to come close to it Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..." After a minute it, they start to think "Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not hear he speaks?" They don't me, it's best that way Let 'em look for in yesterday And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping Let me spike the because I don't like to dance Let me paint a picture on the surface of mind I got a job at the circus and I quit writing Now I from city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery Yo, looking at my Gucci, about that time for me to pawn this of junk and try to take some of these finds Fly angel fly, don't ever back You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go and cook that Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep Don't forget what chocolate milk to the hangover Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish Ditch the that cut my hair and made me quit my job And if I pass before get a chance to hear me Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and 'em all about my theory
4x] Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame
It never settles, the grinding of metal against complicated timing, my threshold the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo to add extra flavor pesto Yo, the cards are and now I'm staring at my hand Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to The anger felt as I look the land It doesn't equal to the and hunger to expand past, the berry is set, the previous sets carry me through the Here I am the word extracting nerves Running toward the (here we go) to watch the crash occur
2X]
Put head on the pillow and shut your eyes Take your mind out the and touch the sky Then come ease that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love of flame, crying tears in the rain The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game Poppa needs a new of nuts, cause he lost touch with the last ones fastened to the of his guts Yo, they don't know me, it's that way Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday This is your fate so let 'em play I bet I know your age and I can your weight Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and And why the hell ain't you tripping to make ripples in the lake? I figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone I kick over the telephone and catch my zone the dial tone
[Multiple recordings of Slug talking together for 38 seconds]