Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a room with soft satin pillows Cracklin' fireplace keeps us warm Whisprin' wind through weepin' willows And sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a soft light her eyes are gleamin' Pretty little hand covers Up her mouth

Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and

Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) yup-yup (Amen) I know (He dead) for sure (Amen) Amen Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali I'm Marilyn

The little cracks they escalated For making circles and telling lies You're moving too fast for me And I can't keep up with you I could see you're only telling lies, lies, lies Breaking us down with your lies, lies, lies When will you learn? I think it's

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All

Crackin' up Crackin' up (I have been waiting for these visitors) Now I hear them moving Muffled noises coming through the door Voices growing louder, irritation building And I'm close to fainting They must know by now I'm in here trembling My whole world

So fresh it's illegal (Fresh) Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe) Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe) Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe) Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh) Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo) Please, please, make sure

It's just a shimmy and a shake, ah-ho I can't fake, we're on top, we're on top But now I've found the velvet sun That shines on me and you In the back, ah-ho, I can't crack We're on top And we don't mean to satisfy tonight So get your eyes off of my