Old lion's dying, got left behind Cut your teeth, lose your meat And man it's just a matter of time Key's to the cuffs, you might be king That's it, that's all, that's everything Skeletons come here to dance Where barrooms beat their brothers Into a

Waitin' for the break of day Right now da ting hopefully get real We're waitin' for the break of day There is yet another kingdom I wait no corners if they cut no deal When the sun goes down Alive, the world won't stay Come lay down here beside me In the

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

I could skate away on I wish I had a river It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river

Shaped yellow light And it picks you up And cuts you down to size In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go alone In no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain

Can't help but stare Camo, canary yellow, red white and blue, Highfive to the guy who thought about cutting that thing in two String around her neck or without a strap Watching girls in bikinis is like watching a slinky walk down the stairs (Gimme,