Y?all fragile held up in your glass cage The grass sleepy like that foreign dude runnin? the Rat Race Ass face, all your music nothin? but bad taste I murder
' head For talkin' shit to a pimp Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em Crip on 'em and put this motherfuckin' dick on 'em This sorta fish called a bitch
the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns And I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder burns Well, you know those fish
They found an alien baby in a Russian wood A man in the delta named Johnny B. Goode A two-headed cow and a fish that walks A vampire lover and a monkey
driven insane my heart is a fish toasted by flames I kiss the hem of her skirt We spend our lives in a box full of dirt I murder her dress and she loves
Tattoo Shop, Hi, Doc Hey Fish, what are you doin'? If you don't mind we're gonna record this Is that cool? Oh, that's cooler 'n hell Hell yeah, 52's
to crawl I dream Suits, I see Suits Looking back, was there ever such a moment Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime Digging deep I came across a murder
I happy now? Why can't you tell me that I'm happy now? are you happy now? Happy now? happy now? 2. chocolate frogs The bloated corpses of unsolved murders
let him have his say A surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here? Terror on the rue de st. denis, murder
[Skip] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But
and murder and still I say murder Butchery and murder and still I say murder Wait! Hold up cos Phrase will break the mould Culture growing stronger
break 'em off You better be where that Laker don't Yea, just give him the ball and he take it off Or he properly dishing it to Gasol Or give it to D-Fish
ribbit Don't be murdered over your song before add libit I pop up like exzibit Forget it I'm at your krivitz Not to put no fuckin fish tanks in your civics
Hit the block in twin-SL's and spit at gals, you get that, pal? Once it's war, nigga, skip town 'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown
the floor, I was hungry again, out to eat with no friend, In a restaurant, what's open, at least that's what I'm hoping, I ordered the fish, they say
get bust down What up, HOW, you think there be reparations? We been touched down, so make preparations (now) Under water holdin breath I dodge piranha fish
took flight, in light so bright it Hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies Gripping her purse tight bursting through the night With her hands washed clean off the murder