My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' **** yeah, I'm a basket case and I master this rap **** 'til my ass gets wasted 'Til my assassination 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation .44 mag's fascination A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw ***** you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility Attack your facility then it's back on my killin' spree Jigga and Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery It could happen to him or me, rather the other way Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12 We funk flex more noise than C-shell Ya faking Linails we big in Delas We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence Y'all lack talence, in fact y'all all off balance I'mma say it like this, you short like the doors
[00:19.008]My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow [00:21.633]I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows [00:24.739]But these cellos help just to keep me mellow [00:27.309]Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows [00:30.712]I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over [00:33.508]These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me [00:36.850]I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough [00:39.787]So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs [00:43.145]I choke mics like asphyxiation [00:45.484]When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' [00:49.196]**** yeah, I'm a basket case and [00:51.534]I master this rap **** 'til my ass gets wasted [00:55.120]'Til my assassination [00:57.235]'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation [01:00.335].44 mag's fascination [01:03.258]A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— [01:06.946]Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog [01:09.862]That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw [01:12.820]***** you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability [01:15.610]To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty [01:18.821]Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility [01:21.257]Attack your facility then it's back on my killin' spree [01:24.434]Jigga and Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me [01:27.349]While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary [01:30.491]The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery [01:33.408]I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery [01:36.673]It could happen to him or me, rather the other way [01:38.997]Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate [01:42.259]Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12 [01:45.621]We funk flex more noise than C-shell [01:48.633]Ya faking Linails we big in Delas [01:51.273]We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas [01:54.537]Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence [01:57.260]Y'all lack talence, in fact y'all all off balance [02:00.634]I'mma say it like this, you short like the doors [02:03.383]
