Music: M. Debuque/K. McDaniel
It worries me, a lot
For real, but
Lot of stuff gon' be revealed
I don't wanna bury the dead
Pallbearer for the carried dread
Funhouse mirror, stake it to the nearest thread
Yeah, might be you
See, [?] might sneak through
Eighteen-wheeler rearview maneuver like a [?]
Strong from spite, ice, cold burnin' a stiar, or right, nice, roll fair price for the toll
You learn from this mess
**** it, we ball
Contract dispute, Keyshawn, turn 'em to Jets
Thousand yards of runnin'
Keep tossed drummers drummin'
Skip the weddin', three sheets at the reception
Me in that confession, mutterin' somethin'
Cocktail hour, knee-deep in the digressions: "[?], did I fail to mention?"
[?] absorb the tone
[?] the chord, it was a vibraphone
[?] got the code that I should let you know
Find your own ride home
Debts pile on, like that gold on cone
That bygones be bygones
Even though I—
Me and PremRock like Leonel and Marco
Solid in our weapon, but we dance with the dark still
Dark skills, [?], crawl into the altar
Hang first, the axe, and the last bullet author
Down walk in kneepads
Defense on [?]
Pinderhughes, slang walk, slip, where yo mama at?
Used to drag the muffler off that 700 Cadillac
Can we **** the aux, ‘cause he married to a battle axe
Quarter Ramsey New Balance, when I chef [?]
Big boy with my fur dragon, 3,000 my entrée
Panties on my face it shows, bitches acting strangé
Mississippi bullet on sight, [?] my [?]
Feral with my [?], slick, Ricky in the foxhole
When he snuff [?] in the [?], arigato
Fury of the [?], all is comings riverside
AZ theme music, mo’ money mo’ homicide