aftermath Still I reign the sect we remain The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain Brother stay low, cross-hairs
shout at you? How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally
his own employee Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun
demonic with the craft There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta... ...farian, Jamaican,
' out Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face Shut ya yackin' mouth before I blow the brain From out the back ya scalp Drug her by her hair, smacked
wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair
demonic with the craft There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta? ?farian, Jamaican, relax
space. Rippin' out my hair, while I'm tearin' at my face. Shane's brain chemistry maintains supremacy. Arctic tribe leader, go, visual effect. Brainwash bang like a bad
the same size Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on, still blamp you Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandals Leave your brain all chunky like
is your brain (never known such intensity) Fine this is your line this is your mind this is your brain (now a lot of radio songs make sense to me) How
face, yeah back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers (Back stabbers) The buda got my brain seein
I'm about to do a It my way, I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me. Call me devil worshiper, nigga? You think that shit's bad? Listen to this,
lot down to do or die Then I spotted baby girl she was fly Starin' me down up out the corner of her eye ...might as well give it a try. Showin' bad spots
' This is my motherfuckin', fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' house This is my motherfuckin' house, eh, I'm by the front door Hear about a blond haired bitch
be the craziest, run up nigga There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? I'll be
something you should pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face And her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair