Dungeon Dreams and Dark Schemes

Aye, aye, aye. Tell me what you know about

a motherfucker out the bottom. With a gold grill gleaming. Make all the

old problems stop creeping. Out the fucking dungeon. Switchblade on 'em,

hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin'. Thirty rounds of the clip,

I'll rip. Too thick with the stick that I won't miss. Lil' slick,

real sick, don't talk shit. Whip, whip, like a brick

scale on fish. Suicide knife.