I'm possessed by Hell itself, I'm the man insane To Hell and back To Hell and back Ride with me To Hell and back To Hell and back You can take a trip
in the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town
The fast one bringing that AK, better walk, then we even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace So goodbye, we're shutting it down And
and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg, that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in
and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in '83
Sooperman Lover (Yeah!) Baby call him the Sooperman Lover Something wrong Something wrong, indeed Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed She was grateful Lookin' for ways to repay me No money A donut, and
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl Drop down and get your eagle on, girl Hell naw, ain't leavin' me alone, girl Drop down and get your eagle on, girl
. got your ass crunk and they about to pop loose all them tricks that these girls do. and they go- take it to the front while your shaking your back,
cuz we out of the hood now Fred Wreck hit Goldie on the two way Tell me what's crackin' and see what Snoop say The coupe lay boomin' in the parkin' lot And
, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, here's to Fayettenam hey Hey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky and
What's poppin with y'all niggaz though and shit How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit like The fuck like I don't spend no bread in here and shit (
goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on. And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But
the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell
mental and strokes ya mind so gentle im the sunshine not the star and i rymhe irregular annnd bizzare but i no exactly who i are ye..and i love keepin true and
back out and got my own figgas Please, you was just something to do Had a camcorder too, how you like that boo? You mad? 'Cuz I hit that and vanished
-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well, damn, how the hell do you think we livin'? How you think it feel to be a Simmons? Imagine Christmas and Thanksgivin
wax and tax an MC for mere pennies And if any, wanna get with D I crash and bash and smash his ass for free Black man, originating creating a beat I educate and
and reverse, Spree's' will disperse Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a nurse Why beef with these jerks When I can put a seed in the dirt And try to grow