Violent J] Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole That
all be, tighter than small leaves Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3 This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble Is that your head or is your
like no nigga in the world could see me When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes If you want herb we got bombs Twista (Drag-On) Twista (Drag-On
and tired, oh..... I just can't get you off of my mind Your love, your love, your love means more to me then life itself And without you I can't go on
'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you
inn your funeral on your son's seventh birthday is the worst thing you could ever give him i bet he'd like flowers, balloons, and a card "unconditionally yours
Well, I've fucked 'em all from Coast to Coast... Well you can talk about your lovers and your back door pimps. You can talk about your hollywood Fags
and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for
gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Tell
will die for my dogs Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog Same thing but a bigger size than yours I fuck with drag on, 'cause he spits the flame Drag on
now we're back again Violent unfriendly friend your face Our fist extends put you back in your place We'll smash you're fucking face VIO-LENCE! Smashing your
turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the dickens, Even though the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again. On christmas day you can't get sore, Your
your eye on the trigger man His hands are shak, tryin' to find the score Well I see you have another friend to drag down the hall Watch him bleed on
t stop payin' You don't look so good to me, my friend Is it because of me I really left this time? Did you ever say goodbye? Was it that I had a crush on your friend
stop paying. You don't look so good to me my friend. Is it because of me I really left this time. Did you ever say goodbye. Was it that I had a crush on your friend
all night like a mule It's on back to work they say Pull your hammer high and straight Lay your boards out and drag that rake And get on back to work
Wearing scars on your sleeve, so exposed to their attack All her friends have pulled the plug on respect and reserve Behind her back they prey on weakness