Letra da Música: The Persistence of Memory - Holocaust

You guys want to go and see a dead body
(Come on over, I got)
(Let me out of here, let me out of here)

[Holocaust]
L.A. coke sniffing the greediest
Rhymes are like elephant graveyards, mischievous
I keep you with a heart full of slugs like a Low Life
Catch me getting drunk on the hood of a Classic Chevy
Cruising, I keep your eye bruising
You get pummelled in the tunnel when we rumble
Then I stumble swigging my booze in
Bounce over here 'cause everyday is
1313 Mockingbird Lane
Chronicles of beautiful musicals try to disarm me
I stomp through your Gingerbread Army,choppy
Classic old Chevy's we sky lining like Speedball
I feed my battle raps a velvet box of Lady Fingers
My raps is like zoo books in the dark with misfits
Twist tank barrels in the bowl, send them for Christmas
My raps is like zoo books in the dark with misfits
Twist tank barrels in the bowl, send them for Christmas
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
L.A. coke sniffing the greediest
Rhymes are like elephant graveyards, mischievous
I keep you with a heart full of slugs like a Low Life
Catch me getting drunk on the hood of a Classic Chevy
Cruising, I keep your eye bruising
You get pummelled in the tunnel when we rumble
Then I stumble swigging my booze in
Bounce over here 'cause everyday is
1313 Mockingbird Lane
Chronicles of beautiful musicals try to disarm me
I stomp through your Gingerbread Army,choppy
Classic old Chevy's we sky lining like Speedball
I feed my battle raps a velvet box of Lady Fingers
My raps is like zoo books in the dark with misfits
Twist tank barrels in the bowl, send them for Christmas
My raps is like zoo books in the dark with misfits
Twist tank barrels in the bowl, send them for Christmas
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
He likes to drink, he likes to wink
He likes to drink and drink and drink
The thing he likes, to drink is ink
The ink he likes to drink is pink
He likes to wink and drink pink ink
He busses his gun, all day and night
From right to left, and left to right
Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, motherfuckers

[Outro: movie sample]
And is convincingly pompous and incurably insane
Your Honour,in an institution for the criminally insane
for the rest of his natural life