with me then I decapitate. 1 2 3, 4 5 6, this is master pycho with the tricks. Oh baby, there's plenty of room, Come and get sick with womb to the tomb
tooth comb Or did He walk out of His tomb to His throne Was He God was He not Was He alive when they dropped Him in a tomb Did he swoon was He moved
you Never was a friend Never clever As I was in this endever Never again trust a smile or grin From comin outta da womb To endin up in a tomb
don't flop the 41st side of QB guns pop It's Queens-Bridge, ya' know who it is It's QB nigga, Da da da Bridge [Chorus: Bars-N-Hooks] [Bars] Every block
fine tooth comb Or did He walk out of His tomb to His throne Was He God was He not Was He alive when they dropped Him in a tomb Did he swoon was He moved
