Ride with the devil, hide with the lord. I got no pistol, ain't got no sword. I got no army, ain't got no land,. Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand.
I just can't do it, not anymore. Every time I fake a smile I feel just like a whore. I just can't do it, it's beyond my means. And all I know about love reading fashion magazines.
(do you ever have bad dreams? All I have is bad dreams). I knew a man with a son. Who bought him a gun. And learned shorty just how to use it. Taught him hunting and skinning.
Still gotta lotta love (8x). . Much love for my man Lyor. Keep rockin' dem beats and gettin' hotties on the floor. And much love for my man Danny Boy.
Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. . Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love.
You look good, shut the door. If I get mine, you'll get yours. (Ah leave the lights on). Girl, if I get mine then you'll get yours. . Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin static.
Alright, now. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. . I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror.
[Everlast]. Back in black, who's the mack?. Sittin' on the back of the Cadillac. . [Danny Boy]. It's the D motherfucker better pass me the mic. So I can rock on and drop the styles I write.
The house of pain. The house of pain. The house of pain. . Yo, the time has come. For everyone to clean up their own backyard. Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door.