Im going to hell, who’s coming with me?
- Bitch Please II (MMLP 2000)

- Bitch Please II (MMLP 2000)

- 25 To Life (Recovery 2010)

- 25 To Life (Recovery 2010)

- It’s Okay (Infinite 1996)

- It’s Okay (Infinite 1996)

They say music can alter moods and talk to you. Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too?

They say music can alter moods and talk to you. Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too?

C’mon, sing with me, sing, sing for the years. Sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, c’mon. Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away…

C’mon, sing with me, sing, sing for the years. Sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, c’mon. Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away…

My mother did drugs - hard-liquor, cigarettes, and speed. The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed. It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she. Don’t dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me.

My mother did drugs - hard-liquor, cigarettes, and speed. The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed. It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she. Don’t dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me.

If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts, tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck. You motherfucking chickens ain’t brave enough to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut.

If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts, tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck. You motherfucking chickens ain’t brave enough to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs. The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, If only, if only.
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs. The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, If only, if only.
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only.