There's no sign of life in this hole I live in The lights are on, but nobody's home The only thing I love is this glass friend I can't put him down (give
Mystical just to show, what I know when I go out, and move on to battle You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin type of hype I like to recite on
I go out, and move on the battle tip You rhymes like [edited], you'se a quick pick to stick the type of hype I like to recite on - my Chorus Line Yeah
The bottom of a glass or a bag of dope, Nowhere to turn when you're shit out of luck! Still alone and I'm still fucked... fuck you! Slave to addiction
just to show, what I know when I go out, and move on to battle You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin type of hype I like to recite on..
when I go out, and move on the battle tip You rhymes like [edited], you'se a quick pick to stick the type of hype I like to recite on - my Chorus Line