Join hands to summon up the dead, Hear them singing inside your head. Oh, my gypsy, can you tell, If sweet Satan Will rise from Hell? Crystal ball, will hypnotize, Look inside those demon eyes. Paint the circle around the pentagram, Cut the throat of the

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out Everybody thrash now before we cash out Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out Cashed out, g-got me cashed out This is my life, where the fuck do I

If you're leaving close the door I'm not expecting people anymore Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale When a blind man cries, Lord, you know

If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why Yes I'm lonely wanna die In the morning wanna die In the evening wanna die My mother was of the sky My father was of the earth But I am of the universe And you know what it's worth

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

People round here Call me an airhead The folks round here Red light warning Should go play with the traffic Red light warning Break down coming Know I like a bottle of wine Think I'm better off dead Ain't too refined

Think I ran into a dead end Come and save me, I feel threatened Ain't no point in using weapons, no I'm at war with my reflection, uh Come and help me, I feel threatened I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that

Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink, I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los

We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) Add a whole