[Verse 1: Charles Lee Ray] Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, aye Got the chopper just to make 'em wet, aye Dynamite around my vest, aye We them G59 terrorists, aye Keep throwing threats and I'll keep yawning Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking I'm from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans The smell of death is so, so familiar I'm that silhouette, that all black figure Grave digger, grey killer, Lil Cut Throat Drag 'em to the river, watch his fucking body float
[Verse 2: Raindrop Walka] Two empty pill bottles, I'm fucking ducking I can't call my plug no more, oh no, but I'll probably say fuck it Oh, how I love it, really, it ain't for discussion But the truth ain't that far from it, I keep on bugging Like fuck it, I'ma say it Like fuck it, I'ma fuck up Like fuck it, I'm a "fuck up" and it's fucked up It's just my dumb luck, it's just my dumb luck You'll never put me down more than I have You'd have been down and it's more than I have Fake fucking smile with the knife in my back Fake fucking child, bitch, that's just how you actTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
