and shoot ya in the eye} (Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking
and shoot ya in the eye Who ya fucking wit governor E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree Then swing ya by ya foot Mister Drumma looking
the miss It rains diamonds mightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell! Diamonds drift upon thy mist
stroll in With the all purpose hunting blade straight up his throat chin I cut his hands off, he ain't touchin' nobody Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody "Please mister clown
Intro HEAVENLY SHADES OF NIGHT ARE FALLING IT'S TWILIGHT TIME OUT OF THE MIST YOUR VOICE IS CALLING IT'S TWILIGHT TIME WHEN PURPLE COLORED CURTAINS MARK
much obliged 'cause I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed Windows down windows round my crown astounded Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded I clowned
fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah" (chorus) killer, killer it's the gorilla an if they feel ya* they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, mister
, muthafuck bone an it's on when we meet Never ride alone 'cause I roll one deep Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep In the mist of the fog through
, she'll piss in your lemonade And y'all dead now That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow
's light, get it right the vicious price ($50,000) Plus my kicks are Nike...this what the bitches like Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight Mister
, now clip up like I'm firm I'm a super duper rap rapper Steady makin' snappers Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha I'm on the first floor emergency Bury me, mister
blood if I listen I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, 'cause I need money fast 'cause without money, you can't live, you can't last I heard some new clown
but a fashion show Get the devil to a 187 And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven You're waitin' for the devil to come from the ground Clown
call me a nigga when I get to Heaven No they won't, no they won't, no they won't You're waitin' for the Devil to come from the ground Clown, take a look
under my seat for the heat I bust a u-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street I see you a busta so I start to clown (right) Cause if you
wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman And pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman Until the other
on Little nigga either blast or get blast on I see how you got to play it now, you got to lay it down And clown for your crown, have respect now That
it is my size, don't try I'm the wise man I knew who, when you at the land don't you understand Mister mister, serving that sixth thugsta Begging the