Elephant men, guns and dirty mops Purist hip hop, shots heard on your block Run down the staircase, stepping on greedy roaches Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow Nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint Ladies feel faint, I'm rusty as a monkey wrench Thrown in the pipe works, swinging a Black Knight shirt Late in the evening, nightmare, the poet The sky rains hammers, who-who-who-who-who Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest On points bulletin, Killa Bee Gang affiliates Club fight where you should mambo, cigars Clean classy cars, evening at the opera house This one ends with me, returning to the swamp Kiss L.A. on the cheek, lost feed on you I'd rather leap with umbrellas, fellas in congress Are jealous, and lies is what they sell us Fiddle happily, harmonica never triffle Pistol on my lap, and in my coat was his riffle Chitty bang bang, la-fi, Holocaust