They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

Into the wild I'm with the mission Over the hill Come here with me I opened up my head inside and find another person's mind I'm gonna take this chance I've got I'm underlying as we speak Hiding my face among the weak

I'm on a roll No self control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self destruction

Rum rum rum yarr Rum rum ahoy Rum rum gimme more rum The time has come The time for a drink On our mission to get totally drunk We have got nothing to lose Rum is the power Rum is the key

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

She told me do her body right, I did She said she want me spend the night, I did, I did She want me hit it when she wake up, I did, did Yeah her body be calling, I be on that mission She like the position, waking the neighbors Got 31 flavors, I'm doing

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

We gon' be bumping and grinding And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy Half on it baby, baby And with your permission let me start your ignition You're like a song on 12 Play Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby Don't you know that