Stretch that smile roundin that mile Keeping that motor runnin while in style Tryin to get away from the chaos on the streets Wind in my hair greets the beats Taking us back through the simple times When life was full of treats candies on the streets walking the beat clicking our cleats wait...did that even exist? Pull up to the corner no wait is it a coroner? I cant really tell, everything blends real well What time is it, what reality isnt, whats commoner, all I see is a corridor, in n out theres no doubt, black patches quench the drought, weird taste in my mouth, smell of death all over the house Naa Naa Naa i aint got nothing to give ya but the rope you made me to hang with take it back to your shop you need it for your crooked neck jokers dead plant your head instead kick the chair, pull the trigger, sharping dagger while you stagger, knock you out pull you under undertaker shake n baker moneymaker story faker worse than a king madder