Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

Now they're planning the crime of the century Well what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring It's well worth a fee So roll up and see And they rape rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed, and

Pull me down again Please remedy my confusion And thrust me back to the day The silence of your seclusion Brings night into all you say And guide me into pain I'm counting nocturnal hours Drowned visions in haunted sleep

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try

She's funny that way. I got a woman crazy for me Once she dressed in silks and lace, Owned a Rolls Royce car Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star Draped around my kitchen sink , Happy as can be I just have to stop and think, Why she fell

Oh, Milady, I hope you know what I see, From this side of the sea, Quoi, quoi, quoi, disent les corbeaux, J’ai montré à vos petits, Des images du désert, Drapeau bas, Quoi, quoi, quoi, Sombre et cruelle est devenue mon âme, Mais la blessure était

Listen, Little Lady this is just the worst way to spend your birthday. It's 30 degrees Thursday, you work late. You was with a perv making dirty, fake love in his Mercedes. Maybe the word, rape, sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get

One of these nights the old girl's going down Little pink dress, hanging by her knees Just overhead on the old trapeze In the old tent tonight, spotlight going round Some people want to know what it feels like to fly Gather their courage and they give it

Une souris verte Qui courait dans l’herbe, Je l’attrape par la queue, Je la montre à ces messieurs. Ces messieurs me disent : Trempez-là dans l’huile, Trempez-là dans l’eau, Ça fera un escargot tout chaud! Je la mets dans un tiroir,

All inhale the downward spiral Just aim and end another But think, as I rape rape your mother In the most desolate corner A bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow Hey, get in line for tragic Let us dance to the pistol magic Another