Peak and hung myself over this city Let the blood flow down and cleanse these streets Burn my body on a windy night Set my ashes into the bay Let them
supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss
furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay
[Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay packer I pack the
friend That's a gun pointed at your head Wanted man by Lucy Watson Wanted man by Jesse Brown Wanted man by Nellie Johnson Wanted man in [Incomprehensible] town Wanted man by the Boller Sisters Wanted man by
like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til
and shout we'll have another round At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in his heaven and Billy's down by the bay
with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? *********************************************************************************************** NOTES: "Matilda" - the backpack and associated gear used by
mind sun shines Energy surround your head spinnin', now aural pleasure Check it out On the corner of jail, but not a dealer of death Realer, iller,
final blessing to hide, her ghost in the fog And I embraced where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog, her ghost in the fog
fewer Someday, no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by
, the numbers get fewer Some day none will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by
echo in my ears. Startled I waken from my death-like sleep, though fearful and shaken I crawl to my feet. Still my memories taunt me - like ghosts they
mind sun shines Energy surround your head spinning now aural pleasure Check it out On the corner of jail, but not a dealer of death Realer, iller, conceal
