And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

Walk a mile in my shoes Do me right or I'm through Can't you see that If you want to stay around (I'm telling you) You've got to figure me out Take your time or you lose This is my game, my rules And I can see, obviously Baby you don't know

I'm your furor I'm your furor baby What's your furor baby Feel the furor Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all

Get a hold of yourself Get a hold of yourself, now boy Get a hold of yourself, now As I sit and wait for some answers The questions go round like a Kamikaze pilot Enlightenment's just a romancer I wish it were here burning brightly though the skylight If

I see two of my bitches in the club And I know they know about each other I think these bitches tryna set me up Maybe I’m just paranoid Yeah, I’m paranoid, I’m trippin' I’ve been smoking, I’ve been sippin' I’m fuckin' around with two bitches But I never

To turn you around No how, no way You're not always an angel, baby I don't have a reason I don't have no reason I don't have all the reasons I ain't going nowhere, baby And I ain't no saint Oh Lord, and I ain't no saint

I journey through this frozen land on my own There's no shelter anywhere down the road When this mystic wanderer comes around And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow The dying hope in my heart starts to grow, starts to grow This vagrant offers help

It ain't what you do, its what you do tonight And there ain’t no shortcut to doing something right If you knew what I knew, she’ll be yours tonight Just look around the club 'cause you're here to have a good time I'm so confused, if you only knew she

Necrosadistic Warning You will not rest in peace Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning

They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,