THE KILLING JOKE Lyrics

You ain't gotta tell everybody

T-Wolves tickets they'll sell everybody

You got heat three strikes Kanye sell everybody

Sam Perkins Lakers roll niggas out they body

Ghetto children Juvenile project building it's a body

Crush your homies more money than everybody

Who wanna be the man he wanna be the man world is yours

I got a plug in play windows fan

Remember no AC window unit and a fan

See the lack of hustlers broke niggas become a fan

Check the Marks well scary Marks check the spot

We can hustle as a team long as Jerry Krause don't Bull at the top

Hunger pains got you scraping the pot

Jesus turn water to wine mine is turning salt to this burial rock

My smile turn fiend smiles to the Killer Croc

From a village of have nots suicide plots

Take pen chances get me locked in a steel box

Or take Pen chances and advance my fine stocks

A sand nigger locked in get locked up hourglass stops

Warning from the Oilers now Keke go in the stash spot

It's home of the players Screwed up in the hustlers melting pot

The pockets fat Forty Five it got the bulb light

Avoiding the wood grain pine box light

Three in the morning sundown towns exist right

Twenty Five lighters for the cop killer sites

No law no justice for the injustice site

Showing naked ass found hanging up the tree height

So long we been waiting

We follow tax money making campaign statements

Like let's Biden pander with black faces

Offer Trump cards refute they all racists

Wonder who put in rush IN shrine of Madonna faces

Traces of a lost nation buried in the politics of rich Satan

Spooks sitting by the door message from a mail vapor