Lyrics:
nights
this clubs to crowded
Home body bitch, but everybody know the location
You cuffin her, be for real, don't do no fakin
She act single, knowin' damn
money, better have my sh*t Friday
Call me Big Worm, calling Ice Cube out on a Friday
Sh*t be getting hot, turning sh*t up my way
Sipping on that shot, ayo
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will
Forgotten in the crowded technovision
Starved for some human recognition
Now I'm searching for something in these halls
The revenge of the nobody
go, It exists only in the past
So here is to my halfway house of friends and other miscreants like me
And I'm not gonna wait for you, after all that you
by the name John the Baptist
Now the cripples and lepers, the lame and the blind
All crowded 'round Jesus, before and behind
With a-weepin'
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
burning, crying out in agony
Father send someone
quench the fire from my tongue
where the worm's eternal
and, I'm crying out in agony
Sunburns out and it
I opened up my eyes, to my grim surprise
I was surrounded by the black of absolute night
I've been buried alive
It's a small house, a little too
out the parasite
Hey, hey hey!
And we were betrayed
By the men who traded spines
To join the Worm King's cavalcade
The End Is Now
There's
and I'm not even halfway up
All of us start at the bottom
But I'm gonna get the drop
If the tippity top of the mountain's crowded
Y'all better pack it up
a crowded club
And I'm trying
but it never stops cause
all I can think of every summertime
Is you and I
Hangin all night at a friends house
I try
Let's just call it that way, let's make the worm
The last thing in a fuckin' food chain
It can be eaten by an eagle
It can be eaten by a...
Oh my god what
of The Great Worm
Your house of bones
Rests atop your pyre
But you are emperor of nothing
And this cell of stone
Sits beneath your fire
Still, you are Emperor
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
burning, crying out in agony
Father send someone
quench the fire from my tongue
where the worm’s eternal
and, I’m crying out in agony
Sunburns out and it
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
My entire life is a comedown
Bring your boyfriend to my show and
Stay for the smackdown, I'm mad now
We show up at your house and with no invitation
Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard
at the house right now
So when are you at your house?
Um, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home then, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house
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