Thick Skull

It's a short ways down to the crypt mo'fucker, it's a long way from runways, yeah With the devils ideas in a ripped brown bag that I'm sippin' on the subway, yeah Won't remember the crypt, don't remember my crib, and don't remember Monday, okay When the blow goes bad and my heart don't catch, I'ma see you at the black gates Mo'fucker I'm a whiskey sipper on arrival, aye Piss blood red from my vitals, yeah Eyes blood red hypnotize you, yeah Table match for my titles How, f*ck, yeah How dark can you get a cup? How many pills in the rug? Toe touch down on my luck Hold up Hold up Hold up, yeah Hold up Hold up, yeah Bottle cap king go throw up Keep head high but skip pull-ups By the curb where the crows don't go up Stairway footsteps who next, yeah Never know who may show up Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick Thick skull Thick hips Hold up quick Throw that shit Hold up strip Thick brick Cut it quick Throw that shit Hold up, lick Crush bit Little bit Roll it up Take a hit Thick hips Clothes don't fit Let it slip Throw that shit