Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip [Aesop Rock] Ah, dirty, dirty destiny Birded murders
count the number Niggas writin me letters say "I know what you did last summer" One rapper tested me and though I was a punk And i aint seen his body
my shit [repeat] Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho Dirty ass Lynch Mob
mayn, what's up mayn Y'all niggaz ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah nigga) Well come on let's do this shit, let's get this motherfucker On the count of three