leading the masses

halo halo hollow shells big body a stupid head leaves you cold and disembodied talk to da floor for that one two one two hit ya 4 or 5 times one in ya head rah two in the body as we fire off on ya yeah two stroke three stroke 4 stroke rah gettcha one in the dark bout to embark on a darkened path that leads us to where eva you are. under the stars inside ya car way out to far inside a roadhouse. bar that leads a little past where ever you are but you got stuck we dont give a fuck and now your running outta luck ran a muck held u ya ass up with a double buck shoved in ya nutz paralized critized for demoralized myself inside my fly ride while you sit there and just smiled and got my ass jumped by noon i caught up with those goons alittle past one and needless to say channal 3 wasnt nothing to me its a place to o be placed as you are placing erasing and retracing your self so to put your bottle back the shelf better off that way as a matter of fact matters of a grizzly bear never running in fear just ride it on out homie homie its a group thang a dude thang but we ayint no play thang when you pull up just as it turns dark you can hear the dead sing it is a soothing tune it seems to suite the mood that that makes you look so black and blue after you had your roundavue with you know who but now you know who is lookin for pieces of clues to find his way home from the heaven above to you boo