up and go the fuck back to New York [Chorus] Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad the smacked then left her with rats after he snapped her
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste in haste still the assent of a goddess with a look spread on my face as I speak in space clutching the damaged piece
light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive
you have see any further than you're own four walls and yours is not to question and down the road a shining haven rats thieves infant mothers live
NASDAQ, get that money sack (uhh) These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh) So watch
you with it, FUCK THEM THO' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch
- eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth - I ain?t never seen a demon warp deal?n a Ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket my Mind can?t clutch the
Like stacks and stacks of rats on rafts Clutching anything we can Like stacks and stacks of rats on rafts Weight of the world crushin' our backs Tooth
] Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and
the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers Got an eye for them fuckers, that trying P.H. with snorkels Got a trunk full of clutches
from the head rushin (uh) Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin) Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin
in their clutches Looking kind of dismal that night Well the leader's name was Fats Swinging broken baseball bats Things got really frantic Starting jumping in their panic Hallucinating billions of rats
eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth - I ain?t never seen a demon warp deal?n a Ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket my Mind can?t clutch the feeling
Eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth - I ain't never seen a demon warp deal'n a ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket my mind can't clutch the feeling
forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats