The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks

I'm holding the world in my hand I got to believe Dark and dirty Like you have never seen A mind so twisted With thoughts so unclean. My heart is racing All tattered and torn I stand here naked

Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So long babe, I got the flashback blues So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here While window shopping through the past I

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

To decompose It all will end in the dirt again Left to be one with the dirt again Cadaver filled carcasses flood the land Methodically emptied of bone and blood Sacrificing mortal beings never to subside Savage beatings pulverized and no one heard the

And they call it democracy I-M-F dirty M-F Takes away everything it can get Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt Padded with power here they come International loan sharks backed by the guns Of

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

I'm out of control, My girl don't want me 'cause of my dirty laundry, And I think that she knows, With all of this money they all want something from me, It's starting to show, I'm out of control I can't lie no more, Man I can't see shit in the