I?ve been far away Maybe in the heaven I saw the clouds, I saw the moon I met (an) angel in this place She takes me with her We speak about life We laugh
never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe Now try pow a 44 Pick a strap to take the mag To hold and stab it in your back I'll blow your brain, I know your
sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid
shit 'cause we come back to haunt ya I rock heavy like a 70's icon Led Zeppelin Stairway to Heaven, my mind's gone Even though I only did acid twice
stop Eenie meenie miney moe Nine, Trey Pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the Mac The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your
Jon B worship black pussy He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo (Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like Chico did D'Angelo's) If imitation was acid
The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume up
The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume
[Rettke, Paeth, Bilski] Back on the streets tonight Startin' up the fight Hassing through his deadly maze In his hand the acid dreams But it's not what
money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they hear me say it Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they brain
the light Am I in heaven but I'm feeling alive I'm sure I was within this frightening room Fixed to a bed they deranged my brain And I've gone insane
into the deck and I eject it SOL: So check it, The rhymes leave'em numb like novacane, Maintain the brain seep together like acid-rain, I strain to
the place he was born and raised On the streets, Charles Manson was his name Went to jail, released in '67 Moved to San Francisco and found his Heaven
couldn't stand anymore Within the depths of the sand So don't ask me who's sane 'Cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain Oxygen levels, check
your arms. condemned, force fed, force fed, your calling dead. feeling your flesh ripped apart with heaven and hell. the conflict of everything was sent from heaven
and autumn My staff is steady as acid when I casted it One too a hundred and fifty that demo crafted No match the weather where you look for the heaven
stand anymore within the depths of the sand So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain (oxygen levels, check it
