last night the mare repeated, the night terror never revealed it
never concealed it, a lie of omission, its the real shit
the type that haunts like houses and flaunts spouses
trophy wives like bait before caught trouts
depression comes back like ingestion
runs fast like defection from communist elections
i bomb and i wreck them,thus you explode
the bus drove far and never returned, the passengers were burned
the last of them turned to face their death
the face of death is ugly, with braces and such, it aint funny
the bait is money, thats often the modus operandi
the best cryptographers cant break my codes, my plans fine
this mans high, or at least wishes he was
prevented by burocracy, on a list for blood
a list of hits, similar to the shit list
or schindlers list, my bloody lips give a sick kiss

i dont think you quite understand
i dont think you can find a tougher man
i wont kick or lie, i cant bluff ya man
i got a rough hand, the upper hands half a full house
couldnt afford the horns, grabbed hte bull by his mouth
the last of the drough produced a half a full ounce
that should be enough to get me by, i hope
i prefer green or get me high on white dope
the white rope hangs me, sailors knots and nooses
the last one that spoke otherwise got wailed and caught a bruisin
i failed at talkin loosley, too drunk to walk smoothly
failed the field test, and the re-test was a steep mess
my neat dress didnt count for nothin, got locked like master
but i was the slave to the system, almost got the blaster
i was shocked at the laughter that greeted me when i arrived
but it wasnt the first, lucky for you i got a thick hide

the chili delicious, i prefer it with meat
confer with your peeps but never infer that you sweet
cause soft feather pillows get taken out quick like
with a brick, a mic or a shiv in the lip like
inamates killin over trifilin bull crap
i wont hit you with fingers, you will get the full hand
you asked for it, i only do it because i love you
so if you had enough and want war make sure you bring enough troops
and enough provisions to last you quite a while
the battle can saddle you wiht debts to wipe the smile
off your grill, coughin still after hard robo trippin
see the doc or drink a p. stocks, no more illin
youre malts cure all, at least all that ails ya
they can even help your confidence so you dont have your tail tucked
neatly between your legs, come out swingin
come correct, run out with your guns out killin
