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House Of Pain Miscellaneous Third Stone From The Sun Here come the pecker Wood mic wrecker Sweet like nectar MC selector Come again, keep the style I'm bustin' You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super cold does it??? Feel the rushin' through your blood and cerebellum And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin' So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust your melon Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds You're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek don't sleep Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep And talk is cheap, kid, it's time to make moves It's time to make capital gains with my brains The song remains, the same as it ever was And you can say my crew's fallin' but it never does I'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic Got ya wearin' vests like prophylactics My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters And I'll tell more lies than priests and rabbis And all the allies put together in a cipher My skin's my cell, no parole on my life CHORUS: Doin' time on the third stone from the sun Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun I'm dealin' with the pressures, son, life ain't fun Doin' time on the third stone from the sun I'll be gettin' down and dirty by 2030 Sippin' off my forty, out deep in your shorty Lordy, glory, hallelujah Like a big Samoan my sig's gonna boo ya Do-a-ditty, oh what a pity I'm blowin' up the spot like Oklahoma City We might terrorism and hold plagerism And blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major 'ism If you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout 'em 'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm a lift you outta 'em With two shots to your bid, I ain't playin' kid I know the games that you runnin' and all the things you did And you'll say 'holy cow' if my gun go blaow Click-bang, watch me do my thang My element's in order, my attribute's eternal And all you duck MC's are smellin' just like the Colonel You're all fried chicken with your back side lickin' I'll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin' Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket Yeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket CHORUS |
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