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they were written in cursive
I have no opposition to putting artist in hearses
Murmur murder these niggas
Why his rhymes so coercive
We are tune.AMi,

brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like crack in a decksotenic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is

on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya
Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula
Seven, I'm 'bout

absolutely nothing
From the mess in my head I was caught up in
Listening to Norah Jones 
Making out before another year with all these shows 
And this time

missed what I had coming
I'd have pissed what I could stomach
I done palmed out my daddy's Bible
And sold grand daddy's people, but
I ain't got no

like a bat
Been poppin' my shit ever since I got money, they say I'm an asshole, I don't know how to act
Ayy, no remorse for you niggas, ain't showin' no

Ballad of the Naked Man
Music & Lyrics by The Porch Jackers
Mike Jones, Chuck Haston, Tim Winton
Copyright 1993, cll Rights Reserved


How we got

Circle of Tyrants

Necro

Gory Days

I'll traumatize you in a sack
My raps are like crack in the deck
Satanic intellect
Slaughter you
I got more for you
Gore for you
Your flesh is

you eat with a rat, thats a ratatouille
That ain't a family guy can't be stewie
Been said release is brewing, so what am I doing, just having pacs

and awe, she amazed, surmised

And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is

a jab
Hop on air bus's like a dollar cab
Chains and whips is an attraction
Fuck it I'm getting bored change chicks by the accent
Flip to a new page made

Moving in Silence like I have no name
Yesterday's Price is not todays, I can never be the same
My shooters, they can never miss their aim
My mind

Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without

lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty

by 'em
Where the tester at? I told your
Ass that these some Hutch diamonds
Woke up, made a dub
You ain't even brush your teeth yet
Hundred rounder just

Jones
Woke up today and I feel great
I can put food on my kids plate
I got heat and A/C
All the things I ain't use to have baby
I was doing bad
Their mama

See the day I say goodbye
Is the moment I see the light of day
Man, what the fuck am I talking about

Why must I stand here and think that I could

smoked weed 
Larry was like a brother from another mother 
Best friends through it all 
They would protect each other 
Then she met Leroy jones Is started

the price of a pearl
The world is my oyster and I am starving
I want much more than a penny or a farthing
I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing
Poet

will mark the jackpot
Dig a hole in the ground, if no loot is found
Then we'll be met with the Black Spot
I'm a crackshot with me musket here
Like

lum. 
Heart like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump. 
Cash R,-U-L-B-S. 
Everything around me is a. B.S. 
So hustle, I must deal with he-o. 
He gonna pay

do
This is love and the truth
And I ain't waiting to see it on the tube
Stress darken mood, let a little sunlight through
Sometimes life's a mad dash,

a living legend
Living Omnipresent never fenced in
One look, no words and our love is always mentioned

You’re so sweet
Got weak knees
Birds n Bees
Hittin’

I been sleepin' on this air mattress in the guest house 
More than a year, no rest now 
If struggle brings the best out, then I should be the best