A long ass fuckin' time ago, In a town called Kickapoo, There lived a humble family Religious through and through. But yay there was a black sheep And
is called rap not a "raap" muthafucka So step behind the lines let me show you how it's done You call yourself a gangsta but you never seen a gun And
a hard vest for this head check) (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest I never knew a
be done steppin' into a shade a bit lighter Now is the time to write a rhyme, a rhythmic type of memo Tick-tack it to the track, it is now my demo okay
will not be still Wrench yourself from your demons For far too long you?ve believed them When they told you you were weak Take a step in the tunnel
caress ya back then rub ya nipples Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal lookin
you've ever heard This is how to make it - If you wanna be a player They're calling you up you got the hot demo What's the next step make a new one
compares To these blue and yellow purple hills [Eminem] Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of valium inside her palms It's Mr. Mischief with a
me My faith is in their hands Voices surround me... they show me the way A beast stands before me with a face of a fowl demon If this challenge is won
Are you pulled under? Are we pulled under? Are you alone? Far beyond the dreams of shattered minds Denied a second glance, focused on your self defence Too many demons
be done steppin' into a shade a bit lighter Now is the time to write a rhyme a rhythmic type of memo Tick-tack it to the track it is now my demo-kay
you've ever heard This is how to make it - If you wanna be a player They're calling you up you got the hot demo What's the next step make a new one tomorrow
it foul, major cheddar to rake In the seed, by the case, wild thugs far from fake I took off, playin' the crate, that rob out, we creep jake Oh, that's a
step to a sexy fancy, prancy and dancy No cosmo stomp, her's the true form Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn Here's a clearer mirror, dear
thug fashion, Thug Passion compliments of Don King, it's a Don thing Fuck a drink, still schemein on that charm King Chill son, put away the toast, make a