Tekster:
Madness Behind The Eight Ball

Er, excuse me mate, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me mate Yes, sonny Someone's taken the cue from behind the eight ball

in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls

Crosstown traffic black to black you shoulda seen her Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized what was on the horizon And forewarned

Crosstown traffic Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned

: Crosstown traffic Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon

But y'all aint runnin me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends Behind your curtains peekin, you