Sangtekster:
Horse The House Of Boo

Lights out-- shadows bloom crawling hands slide to me--across a midnight room i fear my blankets may not be the best defenses that i could muster still

Lights out-- shadows bloom crawling hands slide to me--across a midnight room i fear my blankets may not be the best defenses that i could muster still

with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she lied Fly criteria,

I gotta palomino horse with versacci saddle Ima cocaine cowboy with crops n cattle Half dog and jackal pop Don like snapple Got my first paycheck when

matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar Singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted 'Cuz nobody said boo

fact hes half white So even in a racist mind he's half right If you got a racist mind you'll be aight My president is black but his house is all white

the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the boo D he people worth reading and still see the

Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse

Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse