Lyrics:
If you dam the river you can keep your golf course green
See the hand of God and the dam built in between
Kay works in the motel, she keeps the linen
the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of
The doctor of the mix
cnd these reasons I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one
cnd I'm tons of fun
cnd I
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night
Early morning in a motel room
Sunshine trying to creep on through
Lost sleep but I found a tune
Stuck inside my head
Cigarettes, a tank of gas
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
you.
Florida Avenue with them limp legged-lovers
she says, boyfriend beats her down. In the Dutch Motel outside Hillsborough Avenue where
them young
Another morning, another motel bed,
Another city waitin' up ahead
Light another menthol, to clear my mind
Of those memories I pretend
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
was our little secret and by golly
Oh I'm gonna keep it
Anyway you wouldn't believe it
If I told you who it was
She said you need a lift and I
Odd shaped rocks carved out by
By the water and wind
It took a long time
Took a long time
To get here
Much more longer for it to look like this
We
the drive
The sound of her wheels woke me up
And there she was, standin' inside
By the stretch
Of a pine barren road
Where the night
Never did what was
sneeze in the back so I gotta say bless you
Can't hear what you say the sky is gray and the telephone is off again
We stay at the No-Care Motel
One rule:
distracted by visions of my personal hell
Doing lines behind the dumpster at a shitty motel
I want off this carousel
I picked up
A six pack
Of non alcoholic
(1, 2, 3, 4)
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Am I alone
Or are we really by ourselves
I feel the ghosts around me in this cheap 8 motel
I wanna know
Wanna know if I'm
cowboy boots
We were playing that scene
In the motel with red wine and cocktails
Surrounded by families
We escaped the night to live our lives
And we met
I hear them sometimes
Wandering
Catch the curtness in their words
Bout two girls who died out west
And a balding motel manager
All strangled by some
Motel Room
One night only
Body language
Doin' it slowly
California
Soul to soul
Body heat
Riding low
We ain't got no destination
We're high
rock'n'roll, no more pesky rules, yeah
Smoking crack and drinking whisky,
Doing thing that he found risky
Highway dust and motels whores
knock-knock
Bitch fiendin shooting her shot, she trynna score 3
Motel by da dunking donuts on 40
Where Fiends start to worry; gotta cook it in hurry
Might jerk
the withering crops
Roadkill pockmarks the stretches of road
A straight shot through Hell where the morals erode
Rest stops abandoned, motels covered in mold
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