the cold sore on your face is getting sore so just burn it off In a fight with your best friend they said they're leaving town they'll never see your
tired opf the hokey doke Disrespect me in anyway I'll bust at your mama while she at kareoke Cross Prozak once and you'll die twice Fuckin let me whipe my ass with your
can be closer to him Back down the trail of the winding path I hear some voices behind me start to laugh They were the souls of the children I'd released From
intertwined From being rejected so many times, I wanna leave it all behind So kind of you to pick up the album and give it a try for once And run and tell your
you - Death of God Come forth Celebrate your soul - The Death of God We are the children of wrath - Born from pain Living in the shadows - Thrown by your
fill you with slugs Fuckin' them whores instead of claimin' whats rightfully yours Hole in my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you left your
hood (and what), shit, i make champion look good unstood im from the back block (block), where they pack glocks and you couldnt stop em from ridin (with
Devil in my mental, feel your passion for disasters Fuckin up them happy homes, stoppin the heartbeats of these bastards I'm the master of them shadow right behind
[Mr. Shadow] Yeah, it's the shadow of your death One more time at your ass Money and Greed caused all these evil deeds So watch your ass mothafucka I
Fucker [Mr. Shadow] If somebody got drama (what) Tell em to bring it on And let them silly sons of bitches know you ain't alone You got your shadow right behind
go, my trigger has not heart And I'm standin in the dark Bout to blow your ass apart Fool [Chorus] Who am I The stalker of your life You wanna fuck around
'm unloading, provoking all you mark ass bitches Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up You best kick rocks or your
, run but I'ma find you Ain't no place to hide motherfucker right behind you Highly elevated off the canibus Can you handle this attack from this fucking
blaow two to yo chest Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave. Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail Wanna borrow from
dj-shadow The rhyme ambassador that mastered the ceremony So passengers fasten up these average cats'll never catch up Yeah I hot dog the ball behind the yes yes y'all Fuck
chopper and let it chop Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee Put my dirt in your glocks
winding road through echo park that echoes still your naked body the bed you brought those stupid lamps your body echoes the last shadows of me against
dirt, and be the first slangin hertz. Freestylin of the hum of the birds. Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind. It's a fucked up