Stylish Spit

Swing swing swing yourself, spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet, feed him to your poison

Swing swing swing yourself, spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet, feed him to your poison

Swing swing swing yourself

Spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet

Feed him to your poison

You wanna take my word

I don't have any words to give ya

I can't paint you a pretty picture

Yer either walking in the gutters or they're coming to getcha

But life can be so sweet

It can take you on a road to the highest peak

No direction, no destination

Just buy yourself a ticket to the nearest station

Swing swing swing yourself, spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet, feed him to your poison

Swing swing swing yourself, spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet, feed him to your poison

Swing swing swing yourself

Spit like a scorpion

Get the nearest chump wet

Feed him to your poison

Minding my own business every single month

Head down, walking quick the fucks he running from?

Politician smiling hard standing by a cop

Hammers hitting hard when the hell's he gonna drop

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking around for something white

In a bottle of milk middle of the night

Pitch black semi truck stuck on moving back

Words, navigation when I'm loosing

In the long run I can only listen

I've been granted with the end of the rainbow

So to speak about troubles that I've never really had seems bleak

So I think about today every single week

Putting on shoes of a different size

Can make you wake up so you realize

That your current situation seems pretty ideal

My current situation has mass appeal

Hoping for the moment cause the future's on fire

'Til you put it out you won't see nothing but the flames getting higher

Flames getting higher