The Lodge Up the Road
[Tales from the Hood Intro]:
This, ain't no funeral home! It ain't, the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome, to Hell!
Trippin' with resin, yeah, yo
[Verse]:
As upper heads, slalom snow
Wreckin' ball to a stadium, I demolish domes
Aerial night sky, bombs for show
Daisy cutters hittin', fox in holes
Animal porn, watch the Oxy stroke
Breakdance with Joplin's ghost, poppin' dose
Doctrine wrote
Gold digger head in a box from Coach
Blood seeped to the bottom soaked
Howl out to boxing folks (Yo)
Let off kush, blast some smoke (Yeah)
I can spit lit since, I was peepin' Six in a Blossom show
Fans approach me on Prozеin sweatin' subs, when I be gеttin' love
Perc tense, red codeine ocean mend in cups
Fishin' 7-Up
I'm just bitter 'cause I didn't get to join the 27 Club (Fuck, man)
Ground control, trippin', sittin' in a tin can
Tell these kids, man, this shit's planned
It's all a flim flam, the government tinged staff
Vaccines got mercury and fetal tissue, from skin grafts
New inabilities tearin' the mind
I wake up scared like (what, what the fuck?), where am I?
Kinesis strong like I was bald, and in a wheelchair confined
Rip the top off of a flare to write (Write what?)
451 Fahrenheit (Fire)
Airin' sights like Arab school bombings, terror strikes
Evil to the 4th power, meltin' into terabytes
Smart as a meth head (huh?) hittin' a lightbulb
Hella bright, ancient dolomite
I want my fans back (Yeah, I want them, shit)
I can keep goin' but as my own lawyer I advise against that
Emailin' me cost 10 stacks (Uh, come on, dude, ain't buyin' this shit, come on, man)
Yeah, get these collectibles, the cheapest on Christmas
Get these collectibles, at any Hallmark store
[Outro]:
Christ doesn't want to be alone, he never did, and he never will, everyone-everyone of us, everyone