Now it's your type o mad jinx the mad sucker with a tail.
i've got my life worked up it ain't as sheap as one thinks.
i've got links on it, the same internet porn,
ain't as deep as i've been now i've got justin in my corener.
i creep up up but they don't want me back in
you know my love is so big i think ma head is crakin'
smakin' ma face and always givin' me the baseline,
dead in a days time, give back what's mine.
this ain't no rhyme
about a junky on run another punk with a gun.
Now when you get it, emeet the mad fun.
so get on your feet and get in pack with the deal
the beats on the wheel, now how do you feel.
the cool vibe from my lyrical solo
i beat on your chest when i'm bouncin' like yoyo
this story is old just like the tales i've told.
but mark myu words it will turn into gold.
all right, we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
we dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
and the planets breaking down
with god the only mechanic around,
fakin' firm ground, fuckin' up the program
so now i'm workin' on my devious master plan.
it's all about these crazy comic relieves
you know wooster and jeeves and modern prophets
you never believe,
we get them all on a bout leave out all the rules,
the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.
all right, we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
all right, we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
all right, we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.
we've got it right all right.