Behold! A Pale Horse

Lyrics for Behold! A Pale Horse

(In the) (In the eye) Wait for that one Twenty-five was our price (In the eye) Slinging rock (In the eye) We don't give a fuck Coming out the river, man (In the) Not a single fuck, biatch (In the eye) Who are we? Everything y'all not, biatch Ay! (In the eye) I got a text message Killing everybody for money Fucking freaks! Everything in between, biatch Motherfucker, go on (In the eye) I'm watching, on the sideline like Robin I told them, "Let me get the hostage" They told me, "Batman runs Gotham" But I'm Rockwood, I don't do options Either my way or the highway in your Datsun Try runnin' but I caught them Lit a match in the gas tank when they wasn't watching (Now they're dead) And I feel no sympathy for those niggas, I got the last laugh in This is what happens, when everybody directing And ain't no fucking action Too many thieves, not enough police Got a million Scott Halls and no Wall Streets I make my own rules, motherfuck these streets So you kill my cousin, I'ma fuck your niece (Shut up, nigga-bitch) (Pussy play pussy and get fucked, biatch) I play pussy like pussy get nut And kick pussy out the house like what I don't give one single shit 'bout any other niggas ain't in my clique Caught a white dude going down the strip (Ah, fuck!) (That's for slavery, bitch!) 'Cause we don't believe in your Greek philoso' Fiends got me in debt with hostiles Twenty-five cent coupons from Costco Welfare checks on deck, what up though Rich kids brag 'cause they ain't got to Worry about rent or the loans from car notes I wish I was dead but I can't afford to Bury myself 'cause that coffin'll cost you So fuck out my face with that gospel They lied, anything ain't possible Tell mom to pay my rent And I swear on her son I'll survive off Twinkies and popsicles Sex ain't nothing, if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing, if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing, if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing, if you can't fit in my ride Oh, mama, I want that stripper To meet in the morning, take me out the dawning No, oh baby, I want to tip her No, no-oh What you cacs know about EBTs and VCRs in '03? I met a bitch and told her fuck me on the low-key I stuck her up and gave my momma all the proceeds 'Cause you don't want it with me, white girl I'ma take you down through there, shit you never knew there Everybody wanna be Black until they get that first ticket And then they never come back, well that's cool I'm going to the gym in the summertime Stealing all the weights and throwing them at the stop signs These white kids don't want that harsh life They said, "What you wanna be, nigga?" I said, "Posh Spice" Five years, they're looking for a remedy Gave you one shot like the driver did Kennedy I'm Al Snow with the stripper pole, now take a look up in the sky A Pale Horse, behold!