i explode in fear when i hear my beats
the price is higher than spear's reciept
i'll do anything but i wont plead defeat
i'd rather just die or bleed in speed--o's
till the color's contrast from red to blue like the
ocean blue while i sit and listen to them beatles
jay say "mo' money mo' problems"
but I got no money and plenty whore problems
what worse can happen if dough just blossomed
well I could be dead. dead? blah
i'm already dead i'm justa ghost that said ahh
in the microphone, now i got ninety whores
laid up on my dick like al capon did in the 1920's
plenty years later, I was born and
the first thing i did was fuck the planet
till it got pregnanet and had 2 twins
one was the moon, and the other was saturn