They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when

This is who we are This is what I am We have nowhere else to go Divided we will stand Into glory we will ride We are the ugly Beaten and torn Brooding with power and ready for more We are the hungry

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

Ay tell'em I'mma need a minute Damn my heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out They say they just need a couple lines And all the years on the road got me thinkin' blow Even though they

In a razor town You take whoever you think you can keep around. There's an echoed sound That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round. It's a big machine. It used to be the avenue of changing dreams. She's a lonely thing, Sweeping up the glitter

Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed I am the man that defends all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine I am

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Brush your teeth and light the J up Bake, mmm, bake Ay, veggie oil in the pan, goddamn Fry the chicken with the ham, yes ma'am Bought a biscuit with the jam Twisting up another gram

Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the