hate around Your skin bubbles and smells Your guts burn, you squeal The bile in your throat is gastric acid Your terror will never heal! You fear to
things It was a warm and very ferocious night And the moon was full of blood and light And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight As I plotted in
and cash in deeds for fame I won't put a finger out the door Until I've spilled my guts on paper And feel it so meaningful So sing with me if you know
Back again, and there's nothing you can do I took some time and figured out your plot You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same,
on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on We organized the killings, don't be playin' the plots Come around here, you will
Wassup Chi town Yea Murder Inc. back up in your area On that gangsta shit you know Connect worldwide Worldwide gangsta shit You nah what I mean? Chi town
walkin up Smackin you in your face, screamin that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Ran
run? as you clench your gut you feel sorry for your actions it's too late 'cause i ain't got no motherfucking fraction of friction going on and you'
who made you the hero, who made you the judge, who gave you the right decide what makes you think that you can't do wrong, why should the whole world
bigger, huh, so I got a bigger gun too I keep a nine with me, if you want me come get me You shoot first bitch you better hit me I keep a close eye on
shirt's bein' stripped right off of our backs We've let it happen And we've gotta stop it Before the spirit of sweet Liberty cracks You guys in office! You
and Every day we be up there stalkin Pay attention when you're harkin embarkin Territories never throws until we see the dolphin Caught in the tuna net, cause you
is killed The endless host of merging soul sucked into the feeding hole Guts and giblets cascade down rectal midgets, flattened ground Please pay attention to the plot
, who are you lovin'? (Who loves you, baby?) We just smokin', drinkin' and fuckin' And we ain't dumpin' nothin', baby, who are you lovin'? (Who loves you
killed The endless host of merging soul Sucked into the feeding hole Guts and giblets cascade down Rectal midgets, flattened ground Please pay attention to the plot
pot Like that ancient teenage dream From soul to poison, soul to poison, soul Guts, guts, got no guts And stitches don't help at all Guts, guts, got no guts