livin in pain outside on a chair just sittin in the rain
tryin to fix the frame in my brain movin it like cane
it never changes it just comes and destroys my mind
killin it it like its deployin bad signs those mad kinds
sad rhymes with deadly messages the shit hangs
it flips thangs feelin like a pistol going click bang
next to ya head vibrations flowin like bombs explodin
dont take the wrong road then u'll be corrodin
without rollin thru noon like the man wilson owen
feel my flow and u gone its gonna go til the break of dawn
somethin like a drag race all the stakes are on
im gettin so much paper that i should be drawn
feelin like im a don of the mafia there aint no stoppin ya
run up on u in the park then there im poppin ya