I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (AAHHH)
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said

3/21/2008 11:10:02 PM

I ain't eager to be legal
so please gimme the keys to your jeep eagle

3/21/2008 11:15:26 PM

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3/21/2008 11:21:42 PM