' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on
eyes, butter pecan thighs And your hairy but... Yeah. And Iran, Iran so far away come home, and in my arms you'll stay Used to at the stars and dream
Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?" I probably would have kept on guessing But about that time we crashed into the truck And
he was on your side, you'd always lose That guy had a problem, even tying his shoes He never passed his drivers test, he was always afraid of cars And
turn to foes and the enemy's exposed That's when you gotta move on and kick dirt My wife and my seeds dependin' on me To make it home safe with them
man im looking like jones (capo) besides i put money on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what you say up on the microphone shhhhh bequiet touch down and
all sell, The only one thang gonna get us by and thats the ball game, 5 million on the crib 50 thousand on the dog tag, cracks on the deal, thats twenty mill and
me dipped through traffic and down me checkin' the dragons that gonna fly up in the mornin' I'm such a bully on the plane with my lewie back and when
wanna do The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And
know that Jim will up and leave me But even if he does you can believe me I'll go on carryin' the torch for Jim I'll go on lovin' my Jim
your name? Ynot: I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha) Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on) And when I walk the street
the looks You're not the person that you used to be And there are people on the street that would go for me And I said, no, no, no, no, no Baby face And
all you Jim, Jim, Jim, Jims Everybody putting everybody else down And all you the politicians makin' crazy sounds And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds, oh yeah And while that heroin is in my blood And
blush And life is just to die Anyone who ever had a heart And wouldn't turn around and break it Anyone who ever played a part And wouldn't turn around and
with hate Beat her black and blue and get it straight Oh, Jim How could you treat me this way? Hey, hey, hey How could you treat me this way? Oh, Jim
on the corner Suitcase is in my hand Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest I'm in a rock 'n' roll band Ridin' in a Stutz bear cat, Jim Those
trusty pen The winds are rushin', men and women are lustin' How long do we got till it breaks? Just depends on whether rim's the same price as jim's
I owe you my life And as strange as it may seem I'll go if you take me I'm willin to sacrifice And That's why you keep on runnin in and out of my mind