[I Detroit Leprechaun] Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor Yes, your honor, scaled to clams open with pearls The fathers nature unfurled, bacon on the mast Choppers blast scams on speed dial, a blined trance Hurry with the chairs, take no chance, do not allow the enemy to advance Keep the lights dim until the death of us A vice to come to grips against a wretched bust Tagem and bagem, rush home, where peaces condoned The bell rings at 7, 19 go bye, then freedom in 11 The ears have been at it since putting toys up in the attic Obsessed with how many lashes would be batted if something drastic Vests are passed out, the heartthrobs employed A pledged ascent halts envoys, sympathetic to the madness A bull entered a china shop touting a need for help A finger and a thumb holding hostages to melt [II Dshon] 357, the bullet punches in his time at work Hes early to the cubicle of which he does full effort He know all parameters and risks working the business When he is called upon by his boss to complete a mission The structure of the world can fall apart at his sayso To killed or be killed one of the reasons he was made for At the end of his life span he sheds his case Leaving behind the evidence of his objective Its not that he wants to kill or cause injury But the different bosses he works for decide his actions His goals always manipulated by others whims
blined, tagem, sayso, bagem, envoy