Tekster:
Killing Joke The Southern Sky

I've been dreaming - islands on my mind Down from the hills, into the forest, Walking on sands, into the water, I've been dreaming - under a southern sky

where you at though? [Incomprehensible] Hello, my name is Elaine And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles How to survive in South

a curling iron up that ass Now you think, you're hot shit Steppin' to Lyte with a limp, tryin' to pop shit You're still a loser, no joke, when I see

the streets niggaz on videos with money but can't talk it like me cause they ain't sour like me shit in two seconds you down my first album ain't no joke

joke Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh) Deltas and rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South

joke Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh) Deltas and rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South

said he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when

he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when I