त्विस्तेद द्रेंस.

Stolen teens and cocaine fiends. Why do my dead homies complain in my dreams. Only one way to die, fall into the sky.Lost eternity, mescaline dreams. Yea as I walk thru the valley of the Kings amongst suicide fuck up's and broken things. I live under the bridge with the unwanted things. Shopping carts and broken glass. Arrow heads and rusted bikes. Where is the beauty queen, where is the majesty. Meticulously self sabotaging. So watch yo step, hold yo breathe and take the wretcheds death. Swim the stars, roll luxury cars. If you already know then why you asking questions in my yard. So fuck authority, sick the dogs. Take notes and you'll go far. Words of wisdom, follow no one. Talk is cheap son. Better ways to send a messege than with a dumb fucking gun.Taser a cop, watch aliens steal your crop. Transvestites hang out with cops. Stop the talk, throw a rock. Glass house with no sutchers to make the bleeding stop.