Oh yeah, well I could see it, feel it

The spirit as it was leaving my body

No, it would not stay for a whileI turned and watched it crawl away

So far away-I could not see that far

And all those things I held so sacred (For every goddamn thing)

It′s failed me

They betray me

These pins these needles

They never leave me

This crooked cross is bleeding deeply

Let the wine fill my veins

Bring the time to change my mind

Wash away this dirty soul

This dirty soul of mine

The curtain it slowly closes

The players how they quickly change around you

Not a trace

No familiar face

Only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves

I reach out and I wait forever

I speak out my thoughts die

My cross is crooked

My spirit is denied

Let the smoke close my eyes

Bring the time to change my mind

Wash away this dirty soul

This dirty soul of mine

See this man is waiting

In the park it's raining so hard

Wash away this soul

This dirty soul of mine

Why can′t you feel me?

Some say

The world is dying

Nothing stays the same

Nothing good remains

No one ever stays

Feelings always fade away

People change and lives are destroyed

I will never walk with you again

Never again will we share the days my friend

Oh my friend

Oh my sweet friend

Let the smoke close my eyes

Bring the time to change my mind

Wash away this soul

Wash away this soul

Neva' fear

Sluts in the front

Ho's in the rear

Tits, clits, bong hits your fists in the air!

Aw, DJ, my fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers

Come on we blew up these speakers

Well I know I kinda fuck like a virgin in sundress and sneakers

God damn, your pussy like squeaking

Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear ′em laughing at you

I kinda like what that pussy put me through (say what?)

I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through

Shit could be worse

Second verse, phase 2

Could be you

Let her cum and go get intra talkin′ shit talkin' fag

We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me

When he see me lock dressed and he said

I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit

My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh

Aw baby told me the new years of the math

Yeah I′ll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat

You financing my next hydro sack

Sixty laps later, 6 G's later

See me chillin′ with the 8 track in the 48 tracks

The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backfights

Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly

Yo D why they tripin? Ha

It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin′ to play hands on

Yeah you fucking pussy

So don't say shit

Yeah you know who got my back

Got some more nigger come up in that white boy G strap

This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know

And the nigger T-Love, where he′s at nobody know

And the kids at the liquor store I′ll be buying beer for

A mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour

Yeah straight from the jungle

This is the (hed) NIGGA MCUD

Hah hah hah hah, Jahred in this motherfucker