. Everyone's out to get you mutherfucker. . Total paranoia, trying to annoy you. Everything I do, is just try to * you up. Screw, chum, chewin', the house of spasm. Drunk so long, situation, dude
winds again We'll jog with show folk on the sand. Drink kirschwasser from a shell. San Francisco show and tell. Well I should know by now. That it's just a spasm. Like a Sunday in T. J. That it's
let off. Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return. Leavin' mics with third-degree burns. Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm. Track em through the mud then I bag em. We're
Yoda of rap in a spasm. (Your music usually has them). (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't). (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan). A Jedi in training, colossal brain and
Yoda of rap in a spasm. (Your music usually has them). (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't). (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan). A Jedi in training, colossal brain and