cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet See I've got more heart than Tony
my armpit, I'm bad I can't stop it Evil twin count as two in your caucus tell Murdoch lemme in his office I'm a steal the carpet then Fox and then Rawkus
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet
if you're dumb you'll still be bright Yeah, the red carpet, flashin' lights Joan Rivers, shake face lookin' extra tight Urbane leisure, lookin' next and right And let me guess, man
want any, it's bad for you See children, drugs are bad (C'mon) And if you don't believe me, ask ya dad (Ask him man) And if you don't believe him, ask
window curtains down and burn them Everything I see reminds me you were here I'm gonna change everything that holds a mem'ry of you Take the carpet off
back pocket But it wasn?t always such a pretty sight ?Cause we used to fight like cats and dogs Till me made it up in the ballroom Ballroom dancing made a man
(Jet life) White carpet in my star face house No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough To the front
your face, and dump that ass in the river Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from
s ever gonna get done to me (mee!) Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} I talk about your ass forever man! Ever man, ever man... Hh! Ever man
Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire The stains on the carpet
earth, then from the womb to nurse But it likes the membrants, how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance
the rhyme I did it anyway just to wake up the mind Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet Those who sit home, or sell books by the market Need
them hoe's no we on the stro we on the track the shit we started we comin back in the market of rap walkin man heart talkin superbowl race suna-so-king roll the red carpet
the lights off You see a lot of life lost for the white horse Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets All on the red carpet, guns from the black
beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands That man
on tap They color me fresh with the flesh crayon And if it doesn't stay on, I got a can of spray on So you can see how top choice we get Yo, man I come
color me fresh with the flesh crayon And if it doesn't stay on, I got a can of spray on So you can see how top choice we get ANDYCAT: Yo man I come