Black Label Society - Whiter Shade Of Pale lyrics

One foot in a grave and eleven inches insane

I got it, a lunatic causing other mothafuckas pain

Devil saw the X-Raided with much heart

Down on a killing spree, come up missing on a milk carton

Kick back and laugh, another nigga get toe-tagged

If you ain't from the Blocc, you live in a bodybag

Straight from the south side, watch out for the butcher knife

Cause niggas I know live down the deuce-fo' life

Locs on my face, not takin'em off for a fucking thang

Cops on my ass, based on a fact that I gang bang

Another description is a nigga with a mental problem

My lifetime occupation will be squabing

Dangerous lunatic always down for a rampage

Fuck a hand gun, I'm the one with the 12-Gauge

Ain't no words for me, I'm a straight out psychopath

I rip out your liver and then I give my boys half

Slapped ya ass based on a fact you was a punk

Cap in ya face and another corpse to the city dump

Committing crime and never taking a second look

To tell the truth: a nigga from Sac is another crook

Illing for the fact I got my hand on some 8-Ball

So when I starts to tumble then another nigga takes a fall

So in my next life I think I be a grave digga

Fuck it, I'm an everybody killa!