Rock The Convoy

Lyrics

[Verse One] Anyone alive wanna stop by my cage? Fill me full of pills and give me chills, pops and shades Drive me to thinkin', drink the Gil shot and chase Get down with acid tablets and distilled model paste Anyone at all wanna answer the bell? I got the Bibles and the vacuums and lanyards as well Razors and the two-ways and some van timing belts Magic kits and cabbage kids with cancer to sell Anyone outside wanna stop by the store Get me some sleep, refreshment and some Budweiser quarts Don't forget the pantyhose and sun visors for The money in the safe and the gun by the door Anyone with time wanna gas pocket choke Passing by me salty and my staff's not a joke Fire in the hole and my mask kinda smoked You can see the sharks are hungry through the glass bottom boat Anyone who rolls wanna throw me the dice? When the big money companies are closed weekend nights We can rummage through the garbage and get both free advice On how to fuck the world up and get groceries at price Anyone who can, try to get me some work Cause I looked for something better, but my friends found it first Tie dyed toking in this trend flowered shirt Turn the children into army men, pretend howitzers Anyone who knows, you should show me the way To the white light deacons and the freak motorcades I don't receive my halo when I reach golden gates Then I'll fly with the Red Barons where it breach outer space Anyone inside can you break me apart? Take me to your leader and then make me a mark A notch in the belt, melt a piece by the park When I'm burning down the house, fuck it deep fry the funk [Hook] My eyelids are poised My ears are on boys C.B. squelching with lexicon noise I started on to Rome and I'm just beyond Troy So don't start no trouble or rock the convoy Oh no no no Oh no no no OH no no no Oh no no no [Verse Two] Zoomin' through the Apple when I roll with the top down Cities hurt, sixty church, quiet driver, stop now Thanks for the memories, kennel fees and lock downs It's not that I don't like you, I'm just not good with names This is just insane but there's pitfalling back The arms that caught me once have all been ripped off and packed Ghetto copped a plea to the tea pot black And how many of us here work like dogs everyday This is just the way we build machines for the war And when the time has come they be like, "Please order more" Sellin' death to the house, why should they scream door to door? I'd rather leave here awkward than to not walk away Anyone with ear, know the hostage is safe As I'm sittin' on the dock like Guantanamo Bay Simon start to mingle while the cops fiddle play While I'm chained to my bad for my hospital stay [Hook]