[Verse 1 Slug] Do you remember that knife you wouldnt part with? You kept it sharp just to carve my fuckin heart like a park bench Well, I found it this morning in a Southside bus stop And Im smiling for this mugshot Thats when I knew the plan was bound to fail By the time you hear this song Ill be singing it from down at county jail Still filled to the maximum So fuck Bill Clinton with his saxophone And cut, Im trying to follow a lit fuse I must have missed a days allowance of fish food Like whos tit do you think that this is dude? She aint your bitch to misuse And when there aint nothing more to grab I might give something back to the floor of this cab I might tag my name on the door of your building Might even make a couple of your children [Hook Slug Kool Keith MF DOOM] When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out One, two [Verse 2 MF DOOM] Click is when he go in, we keeps it flowin Wrote this poem from a swollen place of deep knowin Winter showin, we scared of the dark as night approaches Until a time comes, some run like roaches Stop, drop, pop a slug out the mag, tag Thug it out, brag, hold on to your bug out bag When hes out on tour [of bowser?] and the drink go down Grab your girl, he might arouse her yowzers What dreams may come Some plot and scheme on the scene, he play dumb From the load out, true emissary who forever ready Ask your secretary bout the melonberry Its elementary, fedora or the ski hat Drawers or dungaree slacks, where you gonna be at? Dont repeat that, she aint the type no doubt If she wanna eat its goin right in her mouth [Hook Slug Kool Keith] When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out [Outro Kool Keith] Yeah, you know its like...you know. All this political stuff, you know what Im saying? This gossip on TV. You know everybody tryna get they talk on. You know the rumors and all that, thats where they make...you know, thats how they make their money. You know, talkin about things, but you know...we a part of that. You see what happen? Money dont mean nothing, it really dont, money dont mean a damn thing. You see what happened to Joan Rivers? All that money for her face and skin and...vain? You know what Im saying? I might just walk up to one of these motherfuckin super stars and pull their wig off.
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