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