Woorden:
The Killing Tree

Ducking out my window double story from the ground from my hammock down my tree and into Melbourne town now first stop hit Kanelata to Tedesco land to

(Yeah, ooh, ooh,ooh) [Lil Wayne] Uh, yeah Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea??s my dealer Yeah Ita??s the Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea

narrow road You don't even have to worry We've got time to kill Standin' still, go on, give it a try We've got all our love Mountains of the trees are

in back of my house like trophies But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Ho please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees

(Dolly Parton) Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands

Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women, all runnin' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress

, my Lord....my baby boy As they nail me to this tree Just know my Father waits for me God how can this be your will? To have your son and my son killed

It's time to face your final destiny Well it's Christmas at Ground Zero There's panic in the crowd We can dodge debris while we trim the tree Underneath

where I learned how to pump slugs. It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine, so I creep and I grind, knock, knock, kickin' down doors, kill