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folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
coming down
Somehow I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

3:02
Space in this room
Has turned on me
And all my fears have me cornered me
away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then i looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that i want it to stay
thorn whose prick brings lockjaw 
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks -- 
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall 
Big About
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'

She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
girl
In a three cornered world
And I want her.
Uh huh I love her,
And I almost believe
I get down on my knees.
'Cause I love her.
Well can't you
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
be call out, and rob your son and daughter
Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
Split the pie three ways,
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
Down under the street
My friend
Poor Cherokee Louise

Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out you get the 3
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
a hungry bunch
If the wolf had ever come to our front door he'd've had to brought a picnic lunch
My grandaddy's pension was a dollar and thirty-three cents
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...

 I've got my clipboard, text books
 Lead me to the station
 Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
bunch
And if the wolf would ever come to our front door he'd had to brought a picnic lunch
My grandaddy's pension was a dollar and thirty-three cents
That
three doors down
Here I am just sittin' round
Waitin' on the world to change

Must've blocked the whole game out
All that I could think about was
going down, deeper and down
The door to the other world is open

High court of the witch lord
I got the invitation
Curved blade of the doom sword
No room
push you back

Like a cursor does the words by the silence
Hush, slow up before you blow ya clutch
Hold my forty four wit lust an' then I'll take your
Bitch I been a "G" all my life
A "G" down to ride
"G's" stay getting high
I'm a "G" 'til I die
A nigga known to bust gats
Take half a day
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain

[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass