Bad Dream

I'm back, blowin' up like the

World Trade

Throw your hands in the air while the music plays

Mind checks

Comin' live and direct from

Dimension

X Where *****es bleed all day with no

Kotex Broke necks

How deep?

Seranaded with these beats

About a hundred and fifty-two feet '

Cause the boogyman will steal your soul

Don't sleep

And now your mind is broken and you feel pain

And have you strung out on remote control

What you call sanity's what

I call insane

What you call sanity's what

I call insane

My mind's flippin' on alcohol

I said your mind is broken and you feel pain

Tylenol And *********

Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha

Now Madonna done ****ed everybody but me

But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)

Pass me a

Newport, it could be a light

Image is nothing so

I'ma drink me a

Sprite Tonight's the night

But my name ain't

Betty Wright

It's Mr. Bones

And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone

I'm on my own

In my little ****ed up world

And I ain't got time for silly games little girl '

Cause I'm tryin' to be me

And that's all

I can be And if you see more, you best a-go and join the

Army Arm me

With the lyrics and rhythms that

I be spittin'

I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten

Smellin' like chicken

But finger-lickin'

Nonetheless

And for my big

Johnson, I got the propholactic vest

So I won't bust no bulky shot

And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon '

Cause that's highly illogical like

Mr. Spock

And we only got one hour left in the motel room

But that's enough time for me to hit the skin

As we both undress

I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin

Let me fondle on your breasts

And if you let me,

I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest

Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan

I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes

As my **** smashes

Crashes What a disaster

Clit pleaser, call me the

Thigh-Master '

Cause I got a black belt in the art of

Wo-Tongue-

Fu Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon

Now mengo, mango

Me and Tisha did the tango

But little did

I know my girl was looking through the window

****ed up hair, no panties, and bare feet

Two...keep on ****in' like ain't **** up

Now what was

I to do, throw that ***** out in the street

Because a couple more strokes and

I'ma bust that nut

Three...play it cool, let the **** unfold

Calmly get dressed and say, "**** both of y'all hoes."

Woke up in the backseat of a ride

Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide

Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head

And I wonder to myself am

I alive or dead

Try to play the lunatic like

Lorena Bobbit

Reach for my ****, oh my

God, I hope she didn't chop it

All up in the place, confused and distraught

She took back the new

Polo shoes that she bought

She tried to play me out with a ****ed up scheme

And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream