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Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain

(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain

Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
can't you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Trip inside this house as you pass by
Trip inside this house as you pass by

If your limbs begin
can't you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Trip inside this house as you pass by
Trip inside this house as you pass by

If your limbs
very soon
In a crowded house alone
I'm at home
Feeding the vibrations of the night
I can see it coming back
In your eyes
Killing all the sorry
can't you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Trip inside this house as you pass by
Trip inside this house as you pass by

If your limbs
can't you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Trip inside this house as you pass by
Trip inside this house as you pass by

If your limbs
This is my house
This is where I live
That is the winter
Those are the trees
I can hear them breathe
This is my bed
This is where I sleep
That
I woke up with a Spider in my mouth
And a Cockroach in my head
I fell asleep with a killer in the house
And a monster in my bed
I dragged
can't you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Trip inside this house as you pass by
Trip inside this house as you pass by

If your limbs
and the spot-lit strips of houses
They look like christmas lights she'd hang in her apartment
So I turn my head, I try to watch the screen instead
But my eyes go
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
can't come back
Nothing lives
Nothing grows
Inside the dead meadow

Months keep rolling by
Live another day, then you die
Ghosts inside your head
Brother we stick together we fall apart.
While we haunt these hollow halls. Inside her fathers residence.
When empty heads fill crowded rooms,
I
At the house of fallen angels
You'll find someone to ease your weary mind
There'll be a meal and a bed where you can lay your head
She never turns away
and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when
bitch take your pick
Stick a gernade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheek Louch? well
Traveled all around and once they’d seen us 
Said let’s head for space
We were better off on Mars and Venus 
Goodness what a place to live in

Two
lass
Where do you live my honey?"
"In a wee house up on the top of the hill
And I live there with my mammy"

[Chorus]

"If I went to the house
ALWAYS TOGETHER AS...

THE DOMINANT SON, WHO WAS JOINED AS ONE
ALWAYS WONDER WHY
THE UNBORN SON, WHO LIVES INSIDE HIS HEAD
CAN NEVER DIE

VIOLENCE
your morning mail.
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
And your houses will soon be for sale.
And I live down the end of your
at me like you really want to fight cat
  All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at

[Hook]2x

[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
*
will leave soon
For a house with a tower
Where there's visiting hours
And the day leaves its taste on a spoon
The black eye of the camera bruised by
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other
A surrogate to drive the blame into you 
To drive it all back to you 
Right back down to you 

The windshield cracked up by your head 
A spider web
lass
Where do you live my honey?"
"In a wee house up on the top of the hill
And I live there with my mammy"

[Chorus]

"If I went to the house