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Originally performed by Dr. Know
Thursday morning at 7 A. M.
A young boy found dead in a garbage can
When apprehended the police asked why
"God told me to"was my reply
Voluntary manslaughter
Killing in the heat of passion
By another's command
Killing for God
In my room a dog lies dead
A crucifix pounded through his head
I hung him high to drain his blood
God told me that I should
Voluntary manslaughter
Killing in the heat of passion
By another's command
Killing for God
Pieces of Granma litters the den
God please do
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His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy.
His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy
His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit
His tongue is nasty, his dick is green.
His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene
You cold squeeze his pus-filled face
and pop it like an ugly zit!
He walks around town, you can smell hils feet
Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street.
The children run and hide to
the safety of their daddy's arms
He comes to your door with his decayed grin
You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been
Should you slam
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[Akil]
(No doubt) uh, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
Now my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
Now I'm able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear
My fans cheer, my time is finally here
The past depart the present cause the future is near
Anticipation, magnified my motivation
Direct my energy to touch nations
Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking
I've been waiting for my time to shine
From Catholic school John Mid Junior High
Fr
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" I'm Chip...
I'm Dale...
We're just a couple of crazy rascals
Out to have some fun.
When Chip and Dale
Start cooking up some trouble
You can bet it gets well done.
Folks all say
We are the cutest two...
To tell the truth
I think so too!
I'm Chip...
I'm Dale..."
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