[Verse 1 - Chester P]
I slay truths, my feet stomp like policeman's boots
In Beirut, spent nights with this old Grey Goose
From the sixties, far too drunk to split keys
Pullin' off a heist like clothes in a strip tease
The big sleaze, ain't no breeze in Hells kitchen
Fixin' to do more dirt than Dick Nixon
Watergate kid more nuts than the asylum
Lion heart sparking alarms, the last science of mad men
Pullin' parakeets outta Stetsons
Raps Van Cleef straight outta these Westerns
Shit drops heavy like Fatty Arbuckle, I crush cats
Leave your chest with heart trouble who'll combat
Last Halloween in a scapegoat
Seen on the scene of the crime in a raincoat
Never liked Oswald labelled as a patsy
Moved to a beat like a breaker to apache
The backstreet sweep brings cyanide sound
The best place to sleep's when you're lying in the ground
More thunder, ain't no room for Boy Wonder
Superman sleeping in a kryptonite slumber
Cool as cucumbers I roll on this arena
Keep you on your toes like you was a ballerina
The Bandolero, ran a hero for deniro
Leave you with the tears of a clown on your pillow
[Hook]
As the world turns round and the sun goes down
Some cats drown in the tears of a clown
The world goes round no sun to be found
Some cats fall to the cyanide sound McBane!
Cyanide sound
Some cats drown in the tears of a clown
The world goes round no sun to be found
Some cats fall to the cyanide sound McBane!
[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Yo, I'm nightrider flyin' the flag higher
Hasselhoff rock ride raw back gorilla style
See me in this jungle junkyard
Star barter rah rah fuck it if life's hard
I'm one of life's get ahead guy
Hang around man jam and cotch man
Left where they stand man
More to life than an evergreen
My eyes blazed a shade redder
Than the devil coulda ever seen
King of the jungle town
Riding a wolf hound
Movin' like James Brown now
Boy beg you don't step to
Farma's like petrol
Run or get bun fool
Testing with the thunder rarely rock raw
Spit out your bars and leave
You're bad beyond belief
I'm far from in your reach
Weep the beat freak o' the week
Is it clear now?
Man should just back down
I'm back with a track now
So move it I mean it I kill a wack sound
Thuggish is rubbish
Encourage malnourish the public
Suck it up and love it
But I keep it low budget
They won't touch me
See MFTC, we big on the street scene
And all them snake man best stay unseen
We rugged, you bugging, we smashing, you crashing
You catting, we're stashing, you crying
Like you thought it couldn't ever happen
Be blessed kids, remember we smash hits
Shake 'em down and break 'em down
To show them what raps is
[Hook]
As the world turns round and the sun goes down
Some cats drown in the tears of a clown
The world goes round no sun to be found
Some cats fall to the cyanide sound McBane!
Cyanide sound
Some cats drown in the tears of a clown
The world goes round no sun to be found
Some cats fall to the cyanide sound McBane!