Letras:
Kind Of Like Spitting Hands

I've been singing of Allison's hands in my hands But she keeps them in her pocket She hides them in the sand I remember so well dark nights, spine to

I've been singing of Allison's hands in my hands But she keeps them in her pocket She hides them in the sand I remember so well dark nights, spine to

the foundation shook He's asking, who shall He send I said, "Send me Lord, I commit to faithful men" Sometimes Lord, I feel like I don't give you enough The kind

where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT He's got my back, I got his back, BACK Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins Cuz when we beef

in da house I'm a car knocker, jeep rocker, six locker Girls stop for us and everything's proper Drop it like this and then like that Like that, like

headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And

let's keep the bombs going like we lit a stick Of dynamite now you know you need to follow whenever you hear the god spit, Aww shit! You see me nigga

capital I Look who's back to antagonize You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick

section and gave him a lecture Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Kruger and Edward Scissor hands too And came out with a little scratch oww Looking like