crack open the good times on a street corner busting rhymes but you fell between the lines they all laugh become a joke am i crazy baby let s all hope for narrow halls crunching drums i ve got the sweet sugar but that s all tell me what it s worth so tell us that we re spelling everything wrong negros turn a blueish gray when they re dead well that s funny cos i ve just turned bright red kill kill kill when everything starts to suck drowning all your sins well i guess that s bad luck or the fact that your race is full of shit i ve got the sweet sugar but that s it clean your blades and keep swinging don t stop till the red runs out till no joy pours out of your mouth 