Wherever you go, wherever you go I buy something here and I buy something wrong But I?ve got my apathy and I?ve got all I want Whatever you need you
sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid
to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't 'Acid Rap' but I rap on acid Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added Whoops! Is
All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha
my name's hot And shoot me twenty five times in the same spot Think I've got a generation brainwashed To pop pills and smoke pot till they brains rot
if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin
and show some other thangs She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person I'll flip
into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same
into the suburbs And punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death That is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same
shootin the rest I win everytime, beep the beat is good with every rhyme And off with your head if in the way(?) your gettin mine This is esham and the
deep And talk is cheap, kid, it's time to make moves It's time to make capital gains with my brains The song remains, the same as it ever was And you
Yeah The Evil Right, yo Put 'em together Yo, if it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothin' to strip If it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothin' to slit If
velocity's my plane my thought is my train the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain heard my verse, *ain't nothin the same
the same, I'm still bound by chains It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains So people
do after I buy a CD is open it up and see if my name's in the shout outs I read books, I know the inclono mechanics Psychology, philosophy, peyote and acid
the beginnig, there has always been smut God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut And now, for your pleasure, all you
gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife. I chained chances together while hippies do acid
