«I can’t explain the problems of a problem-less person…
No rose is thornless»
The beat was all wrong, a scurvy, itchy flow
Dumb enough to smack a robber, quicker than a schizo
Horror show, horror show, sorta low, first to blow
Snapping up on her camel toe
Wait around with pizza, first-class flight out to Giza
Known to be a villain and a dealer
One weapon, keep stepping if you see her
Keep stepping if you see her
Bada-boom, bada-bing
Just wanna sing
So let me spit it mad spiritual
Indigenous, the naughtiest, spit it with aboriginals
Snatching up the duffel bag, mephedrone, drug pushing
Slags worth a dime bag, and fuck 'em for the cash
Hmm, yeah, I’m all about the gravy
And this stereo is only scribbled raw as a baby
The sex was all slimy, real grimy on the pay-day
Hey, look the story’s mad twisted
Snow is not a rapper, nor a name in hieroglyphics
Nor a name in hieroglyphics
Your nightmares were our bedtime fables
Double barrel on the dinner table
Next to the spoon, and the fork and the knives
Pray to god to bless the food and spare your lives
Let me take you on a tour of the land of the oil
Is it the blood of the fallen that puts the red in the soil?
I knew the neighbors with the rabid dogs
The witch doctor plays chess with the priest
And if we are ever caught the thief
We’d tie him up in truck tires
Lather him in kerosene, and listen to his skin crackle in the fire
Eye-popping, smoke rises
Hands up if you’ve ever been whipped by copper wires
Your blood, your knuckles clenched complete
Snakes heads crushed underneath tough feet
If the soldiers catch you during curfew — play dead
Nothing in this night is sacred
Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day
Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day