I twist the cap off whatever I'm drinkin
Knock the cops out, never gettin left in a precinct
If police think the streets belong to them..
They're wrong again, cause I stay involved in sin
So grab a bottle of gin, hit the bong again
Hold it in as long as you can, then vomit a mess
From two shots in the chest, of toxins avenged
Wake up in a hospital dress, with heart monitor tests
Your charts hollerin stress, eyes blacker than a goth at his best
Lookin like the dark knight of gotham was flexin
Shit in your stools like you ate the green goblin for breakfast
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-A.bove T.he R.est
Last edited by Geno; 01-24-2014 at 06:52 AM.
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