You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left
I almost dialed your number When I thought the coast was clear 'Cause it's looked up for so long at me And said, "Call me please" But the place was closing
days away Till that moment I saw you and I fell in love From that very moment I saw you Glad I played on the phone and dialed them numbers to call you
's nothing you can say That's gonna change my mind No, I moved on, what? Well, I didn't call to have a convo I just think I might've left Some of my
you're rising Lo and behold! Your smile is fake How surprising If we could rewind back to your roots, Admission... You locked it up and turned the dial
his mouth What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A. I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ {[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )=
below, jeronimo, motherfuckers it's dominos I'm on a roll, around and around I go when will I stop? I don't know Tryna pick up where the Eminem show left
ya ?cuz I'm in love And in love 'cuz I love ya These words and sentences is for the heads Between and above ya Can you imagine me alone A dial tone
I've been further out I found out that something's wrong There's no phone around here Won't be gone awhile Wait and see before you dial 'Cause I know
and the sweet Sally Rose So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor And turnin' the dial
lawn Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, flow for eons Mos Def is beyond, in fact most cats can agree on 'Cause we on the same frequency If not change your dial
for more More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left
El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain Heart feelin' killa pain while I hop the train Dial her number to the rest, and ain't no messages left Regardless
child? You got to be thinkin' you know that thinkin' you shrinkin' When the art of navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln Change the dial! I was free
holdin your child? You got to be thinkin you know that you shrinkin When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln Change the dial! I was free
you look in my eyes, I just cry to ya Chris brown made it hard to say goodbye to ya I still remember those days I got a dial tone Tears fallin from my
big weight Eight thousand birds smuggled internate while you hate Four hundred miles, we just ate State trooper we super we dooper Watch it when we loop or make the left
like mothafuckin g's so all you bitches and Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches it's vicious for some reason im Still in that season all them other mothafuckas done left