Buck 65 - Chin Music Lyrics
(as Stinkin' Rich)*Scratches*Murderous material made by a mad man!(Stinkin' Rich/Buck 65)Whoever guesses, thinks or dreams he knowsEven the slightest, of thee extremes of thoseIsolated foes, with flows that flood advisarycreated from clots of blood, lots of mud on the backs of wack onesThat try to mudder cause they end up in the gutterIt's a warnin', so believe in the personStep to my area and leave in a hearseIt's even worse if you tell white liesSo trouble death heaven with your bootless cries, and umIn the phrase that pays is have mercyand if that won't work then start cursingIf you can't bare the thought of the sucking chest woundYou better get yourself a mother*****ing vest soonI got my finger on the trigger and if I pull it thenI'll hear my name on an all points bulletinSo I'm grabbin for the pen and red ink instead,that's right. So what did you think I said?I'm gettin' funky so the freaks get franticI'll take you to the edge of panic and leave you hangingBase bin banging in just cause I wannaI'll take a bite out of yah just like a piranhaNow hear this, your wick wack, really doeand that's why no one ever come to your showYour wishin you had skills like mine to flauntbut, you can't always get what you want.So try harder next time and remember,not marble or the guilded monuments or princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme.*Scratches* Murderous material made by a mad man!(Stinkin' Rich/Buck 65)Hi, I'm pogo the clown!I'm here to tell you kiddies that you're going down, down,down hard, You'll be in the next raceWhen I run up and wreck the place, heh.You won't survive if the buck 65 decides to get liveso stop talkin' JiveFrom this point in time, to that point in timeI'm fighting hip hop crimes with hardcore rhymesI don't know why the suckers wanna bite usThey're nothing but a pain in the neck like meningitis.I'm deeper than a buried treasure, Ode to those that stick to measureX marks the spot. It's Chin music.
