Cory Gunz - In The Backroom at 106 & Park lyrics

Yo, what have they locked me in? Why is It dark in here, what if they box me in? My clothes looks like it's my blood they washed me in Somebody else was bound when they locked me in Maybe I should'nt talk when I'm feeling saussy then Maybe I Probably wouldn't be an hostage then My chest feels like one million man stomped it in Scretchy noise like rats Scratching a coffee tin Where my at? I'm trying to see where it all begin By then, but then it was too late to all be friends Foreign scientist papers all be bin When the semi spin twenty tens at your ginni gins The M is what im rippin my men's march we in We always down to rock n roll like R.E.M The shots, we take em but we let yall keep em F with the malicia let the count off begin Like one phone call to my goons Everybody in your living room Politic is (wunch)? Ch ch on my shh I'll be having everybody on your corner run Hold up What have they washed me at Ironicly chronicly by the laundry mat With the crackhead and cokehead and dopehead and (go to that) Before i pick up a squeege i'll be beating... Like trickyti clickety wapapati papati blat Now can you realisticly rap and gaffle me that F a salary cap when you F-ing cavities capped Over a salary cap and the status for your battery pack Im sayin Overreacting I make a movie dramatic Addict for chicken developing lucys habit I'm a walking groupie magnet with a snoopybag of goofy gadgets And a pack of short new ports for my lucy addicts Pop first and apologies last Pounds before my proctology up your aunti's a** Perhaps, maybe this isn't how sick it gets I was born backward quick when I spit I sh**, f**aa BET i luv yaa