Letras:
Prophet Jones Come Inside

Come on Come on, Come on Come on Lets create a fantasy One on one, just you and me Don't want no candle light tonight Wanna taste your lovin So come

Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside, Bring your nasty ass inside Play yourself a dark corner mafucker, yea Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for

and i l did not awaken this endless pain, this galactic hook up with the crucifixion, my single cell crusted in this prophet, i am the prophet, for the

'Fore T. Jones start tripping on how I park my benz Bout to roll, damn near went blind I got the Gucci shades to block the sunshine Ran inside I got