[Verse 1]

If my time don’t come

I’ll put everything I have in a . . .

And I’ll be gone

Stuck up

I’m lost in the mood

And I'm feeling like I'm foe ogre

My lie, he’s back on the wall

I call the shots

Now I'm pulling the rug

I’m pulling the rug

On my nose

On my nose

I ‘on’t ever, ever know

On my nose

On my nose

I ‘on’t ever, ever know

If my time don’t come

I’ma put my everything

Put it in a bag

And I’ll be gone

I’m back to the wall

And I'm feeling like

I’m the one pulling the rug

If the times don’t come

I’ma put everything

In the bag

And I’ll be gone

Back to the wall

I’m feeling like

I’m the one whose pulling the rug

Niggers feeling like

He’s back for me

Yack, oh, he’s back for me

A stave, a bar

fuck with me boy

Come on

[Verse 2]

Spit that shit in my ear like

Y’all Motherfuckers

Ain’t ready for this shit

I’m down with the ammo

And I'm going in this shit

Stick with this shit

That you know Motherfucker

The same repetition

Of the words that you know

Cos you’re stuck in the rut

Of the same fucking world

Why are you bickering

They are paroling

Call that shit

A rowing with the current

You’re fucked in hole

And I'm stuck with the work

Cos I can’t pace around this fucking line

Like I am on the sp ce boy

Sp ce boy

Can you help me out

fuck around, hanging my dead body

With the simple things

Yeah