时间：1997-06-24
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Does this excite you
Think about it
Does it not stagger the
Imagination
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
Compare to the mansions above
Won't that be something when you go
To live in your own mansion
There'll be no concern about paying for it
It's already taken care of
There'll be no worry about veing moved out
Of it
It will be yours forever
I got shot
Ah
The murder was heinous
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
And I was hit
That was it
On the spot
Flash
I woke up in a parking lot
And I'm sittin in a '64reinkeys
With shaggy d**e written on the car keys
I look around I can't believe that it's possible
I'm dead
And I made it to the carnival
I walk in
It's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got clown luv
Japanese
Lebanese
And chinese
Portuguese
And southwest ghetto g's
Woowoo
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers
I see my old homey
He died in a drag
Chillin with two b***hes
What up
Shaggs
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
I tried to hit it
But couldn't even f**k with it
And to think
I always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why
We all gonna die
But I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye
No
I was born
First
They threw me in a s**t pile
I dealt with it
And lived there for a while
I got dissed on
Pissed on
And beat down
Mutilated
And tossed out a dead clown
Next thing ya know
I'm chillin' at the big top
Free money
And mad b***hes non stop
No water
It's faygo on tap
I wash my hair
And my face
And my butt crack with it
'Cause I can
'Cause I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough
She come and dust my balls off
Woowoo
I'm headed up to the show
I'm gonna see
Jimi hendrix
Selena
And eazy e
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off
Because he sounded like butt
There's no fights
It's a perfect match
Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
And to think
I've always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin
Hey
Well picture this
Your nuts burnin that way
And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole
That's where the greedy skank motherf**kers go
This is all hell now
We livin' in it
But this bulls**t'll be over in a minute
Then it's off to the faygos and neden h*es
New clothes
And patent leather for your toes
Woo woo
And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
He's chillin' up there
Paid
Getting mad ends
He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach gettin' fat
You got it bad
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor
And snatch all ya can
And any chicken talkin' s**t
Lemme tell ya something
Hold a lighter to your balls
And you'll see what's coming
Does this excite you
Think about it
Does it not stagger the
Imagination
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
To the mansions above
Won't that be something when you go to live
In your own mansion
There'll be no concern about paying for it
It's already taken care of
There'll be no worry about veing moved out
Of it
It will be yours forever
