(Answering machine): I'm not the only one living here, please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One! (Styles): I just wanted to
her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed. I head straight to her window for better focus. Hokus Pokus! I see the door serve light, I let myself in. Head
bent by the wind Blood veins as black as the coal. Somebody said "that's a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head." I said "
[Verse 1] Hey yo, you see me, rock with me Riskin to diss me Klaus Kinsky, 6' 3'', 2-60 In the wilderness, see this great white grizzly Out for blood,
'm the first to bust And you the first victim Quenching my thirst for blood Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work for us I'll turn you hook to
rings around niggaz collars Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put 'em in a stash Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do Machine guns on tour, pajama for
blow your Rolex through your fuckin' chest Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl?s dress I?m ready for more progress, have your head sent
(Brothers feelin' fly) You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets You get jerked, my Master charge card's doin' work Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills You go 'head
verses Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean I seen war machines
man stop flinchin' Stand at attention and prepare for the lynchin' (Firing Squad) With the same tale (The last of the best) And we saved the best for
put the newest hole in his head I want to be the enemy The hero is dead I put the newest hole in his head Bleed for me, we were born dead I want
We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore We don't give a fuck we just want some more We want blood I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head Revolt
never (Cenz.) me twice (Boy)/ Shut for the apostles given the gospel with the wing, spread em open, takin flight/ (Cenz.) Shut it, Bizzy the kid trained for
you see me come around Bossman! Don't take bad man for clown Bossman! Glock fi move your head crown Bossman! Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown Bossman!
drive's working in my head My ears are trained to catch the tiniest sound I'm powered by the notes I get Made of blood and steel A machine but I can
' for a job This travelin' nook in my head I stood for the union and walked in the line And fought against the company I stood for the U. M. W. of A
of the sea We of the moon land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence
Considering not technology of convenience would forever rule our lives The machine is dark and distant yet we all fall in line For it controls who gets