Dr. Acula The Party Is Over (keep On Running In Place)
Smile on your face on the way to the bank, to cash the
check that's written in your f..cking name. But the words
weren't yours, no blood sweat and tears. You sat around
and waited till you were man of the year. Hate, is the
name of the game and you had no shame when you claim this
for your own. Straight neglect and no respect you best
protect your neck. I'm done with you. I'll follow
through. You'll suffer like the rest and I know you. Pay
for protection you motherfuckin clown. What will you do
when the money runs out? You'll be sucking those ducks on
the corner of 5th. With your cute little tear drop
catching the jizz. Your face plastered in those
magazines. Running around like a mother f..cking drag
queen. I'll wait, I'll wait. I got the whole New York
state aiming at your face. Your locked on target laser
scope on your make up covered forehead. Your locked on
target. I got the whole New York state aiming at your
face.
