12 Rods

my baby sleeps like shes on ether
she pleasantly pains the chains and leather
cause shes checkin out the guys, gazin at the stars
suffocatin fireflies in a jar, twinklin
those cuckoo birds and killer bees
are what have brought me to my knees
cause ive been lapped by my losing streak
and im going for the gold
yeah!
one asked, "can you spare some cotter me brother?"
i broke his neck and stole his needles
cause i got my mind on my money, money on my mind
loves like a gag in your grab bag, lover
im your spectator sport-o, blockin your view
wont buy your right to life cause baby im a jew
sucker!
cause if youre packing heat for christ
then im kicking ass for god
who wears the crown
who wears the crown
who wears the crown
is going, yeah hes going
down
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