Haunted Alley

Lyrics

[Z the Stranger] I used to think the situation's bad but I'm too grown for tears Then God said "hold my beer" Adding 16 more bars to my cell Call me up if you want to call me callous But the ones who really want to protect never needed badges The blue serve the usurpers The serpents who see dark skin as a curse And pray for women and children to see hearses These nerves are worthless Fighting words are something to relate to But the time approaches for action for any hope to escape A united state of oppression Star spangled blood on the pavement That shit's soaked into the soil Not short of deranged Blank stare placed upon the glass of a mirror The holy spirit can't be near The way I fear when I hear that whistle in the night Grab a fistful in a fight Got the pistol with the sight Looking crystal in the dark Ripping shit up with the light Some people just hate the silence much more than they hate the sirens I got an arsenal if you want to kill them with kindness [Jaygo] Homie whatchu know Fuck around, get the hands thrown by a juggalo Homie whatchu know, I might leave you in the ground with a headstone Dead and buried ass meeting with the holy ghost So homie whatchu know Young boy Jaygo going for your throat The young king killer straight coming for the throne Homie whatchu know I ain't gonna stop til I motherfucking know So homie whatchu know, yeah Been running with the hatchet since just a year old Keep that shit wicked til my body turn cold But I will never die 'cause I'm a juggalo So homie whatchu know [Z the Stranger] I've been through so much to be here, I just want to reset Way I wear my make up got him swinging like it's recess Never starting shit without a reason Wish you luck, check me in the post season Mapping out my surroundings it's all a blur to me now Anxiety's heightened so you can count on me to freak out Still probably need help I have to seek out Feel free to reach out You're everything I need now [Jaygo] Homie coming up so we in the flex zone They didn't even know that next up a crazy juggalo This shit ain't a hobby, nah, this shit's a fucking goal We ain't finna stop til we topping off of gold Double platinum and a milli copies sold We ain't finna stop til everybody knows So homie whatchu know, homie whatchu know