Blood eagle! Carved upon your naked back Skinned alive your ribs are cracked Still alive you gasp for air As panic strikes your eyes they stare Look to my burning eyes Plead for your worthless life All remorse I had has died And all I have is hate inside

On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas Go get your girl, go make the drag If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks Where the man in the moon works his magic On the second runner up of the 4H pageant Spendin' what little bit of money we

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon'

Hey now hey now Don't dream it's over When the world comes in They come they come To build a wall between us There is freedom within there is freedom without Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost But you

In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Nobody loves me but me No more, no more, no more, no more 14, 14, 14, babe yeah Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your

And it's my whole heart I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget It's a pity, oh Waiting 'til the beat comes out

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab