The Red Chord - Pray For Eyes lyrics

I am the mayor Don't play games I will scoop you I was a man back when you were a child Don't you dare talk on me I'm on some real sh** Get back in your cell and pray for eyes There is no more room for you left in my mind Nothing beats the original From grove hill to Upham's corner Crack a biscuit Say hello to the sports coat Watch what you say and where you throw your sh** It's a beautiful day for a broken wrist When you get to be my age you do what you can Another day in the life of the original grown a** man You can't top the original because he is the superman The devil has my tongue and I'll prove it Co-you ain't sh** It's a beautiful day for a broken wrist Who are you? Who are you? You ain't sh** Pray for eyes Get back in there Pray for eyes You can't beat the original Take that down from the wall A true warrior of the cell I'll tell you what I'll do Sir I'm knee striking you I'll take you to the hole You're dead You're dead You're dead Try to calm yourself You're dead You're dead you're dead I'll tell you what I'll do Sir, I'm knee striking you And don't think I'm afraid Because I'm coming back fifteen deep That's how the f** I roll Try to calm yourself You're dead You're dead you're dead I'll take you to the hole You're dead You're dead you're dead It's all for nothing