The Hours

Why don't you come out Just wasting hours to call And say No we're not gonna die Thoughts evolve Shall we kill A lot say Tell them lies it's hard to play And see my chest grow For hours and hours And hours and safe for hours and hours The hours and hours And plays for hours and hours and hours Go tell Wasting hours to talk And say No we're not gonna stop Thoughts evolve Shall we kill A lot say Tell them lies it's hard play And see my chest grow For hours and hours And hours and safe for hours and hours The hours and hours And for hours and hours and hours Don't let them take you alive The city knows my name, number and address There's no where to hide! You must all hear the merciful leader of big guns Watching Gotti and television talk to your sons Yeah 'least this plane is incorporated To a sickness that will not be infiltrated When you slip this in you'll see it's automated Weathermen President B will be inaugurated And when tapped in the vein Clapped back automatic a fame snatch Product I wanna boogie with a same plaque Weathermen will bring the beast out of a Jukie freak Some of these soldiers scream when they look of me While I sit back and Meditate on my medicated state of my rate I can't wait to shoot Frank and loot the bank And uh, this Automator gang oughta take out the gator Pulling pranks' on em' things and we breezin out of your brains like For hours and hours And hours and safe for hours and hours For hours and hours and hours and hours