[Instrumental]
feel the thunder, see the lightning I know this anger's heaven sent So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent
window..uggggh, damn right i'm nasty, how i come thru in that white eyed Aston. the leather guts and might i add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah. and
shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project nigga, that's tryin' to see heaven I done ran through hell
So many youngsters die over punk shit Small talk, a lotta dumb shit And only God knows when you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell
on my life The sunrise from my naked body heart and soul Glistens all the way to hell Mercy is... Waiting for some bridges to the night Heaven is strong
, come and jump on me I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall I drive the ass up the wall Nuts and everything are well in shape The only thing
to cut up a body It's nasty and wretched, and hella bloody But it's gotta get done, and somebody's gotta do it I kick the fuckin' face in, and put my
hell, (cause we always went there) ?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (thats nasty
Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion (I'm crazy) Sick as hell
nice Low down and nasty, ain't no Savoy Bound to find something you can enjoy Boogie Motel, Boogie Motel May be sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell
... And suicide is for me ! Hell's undercrofts call for me... I'll be reborn from hell !!! Cracking my mind and piercing my body with Nasty pleasures and
won't lie down and die No I won't lie down and die I won't lie down and die No I won't lie down and die Now I've seen heaven and I've seen hell But
clean in my white tee [Verse 1] Step on the scene wit' some green, and some hard white work Real clean, fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money, and
in my white tee [Verse 1 - parlae] Step on the scene wit some green, and some hard white work Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money, and
pen And Lisa loves Jason Oh, Jason loves Ben And a letter from Michigan Is sittin' on my desk And I remember one thought But I forget all the rest And
All men know what waits for us Wooden box, worm and dust Maybe Heaven, pearly gates Hasty prayer when it's too late Burn in hell, all is lost Purgatory
