i can't stand your fucking bullshit, liar!
turning me life into nightmares!
pick apart my head inside, my head inside!

[chorus]
turn your back and you look away
pray to god theres a brighter day
feel my sanity slip away
get me through another day

it's my bed i made, i'll lie there
my hole, my grave, i'm fine here
these thoughts they cloud my mind
the cloud, my mind

[repeat chorus]

[solo]

how's your life without me so far?
you whore, you cunt, you suffer?
rehabilitate my mind, how's your life?
mines just fine...

[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah

[verse one]

You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
But I'm too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]

[verse two]

So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
When I'm up in Oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
In L.A.,I max out real hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just much respect
Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that is hard to figure
I punch hos and I smack up niggers
Because I'm a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]

C'mon yeah [x7]

[verse three]

Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm putting punk's heads out
Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out
I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot

[Sounds of gunfire]

That's how I like to do work

[Gunfire again]

Got guts on my T-shirt
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
Because I rhyme smooth
And on T.V. act nice
Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said
Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead
You want to get off,come on let's rock
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]

[verse four]

Niggers want to know about me and the......
We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
But there's a new rule starting tonight
Dis'me on a record,see me bite
Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics

[sounds of gunfire]

I'm using gages and flashlights
Ease back and don't give me no feedback
Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that
I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots
Some get knocked out,some just get shot
Where did I get all the juice I used
Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose
Some just got out,some will never
Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever
I love'em all and they know that's true
So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you
Freeze motherfucker
Get on your knees,hands behind you back
Bow your heads,if you will please
I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
Watch your head roll off like volleyball
So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch
I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet

You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet

Yeah

All of that thick time without you
Has made me so thick and drunk
and it's okay to laugh about it
I said, it's okay to laugh about it

Running twice as fast to stay in the same place
Don't catch my breath to the end of the day
And I'd rather be shot in the face
Than hear what you're going to say

One day the wind will come up
And you'll come up empty again
-And who'll be laughing then?-
You'll come up empty again
There's no reasons
No explanations
So play the violins

It's always funny until somone gets hurt...
And Then it's just hilarious!
It's always funny until somone gets hurt...
And Then it's just hilarious!

You beat me every time you blink
If only I did not have to think
Think about you crackin' a smile
Think about you all the while

One day the wind will come up
And you'll come up empty again
And who'll be laughing then?
You'll come up empty again
There's no reasons
No explanations
So play the violins

On the ricochet - it's going to hit you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
On the ricochet- it's going to hit you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
You can laugh at me - when it misses you
You can laugh at me - when it misses you
You can laugh at me - when it misses you

It's always funny until somone gets hurt...
And Then it's just hilarious!

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet - Ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet - Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures
so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers - March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep

Dreaming of tramlines, factories, pieces of machinery
Mine shafts, things like that
March of flowers - March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet - It's not the end of the world
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet - Ricochet
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet - Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Early, before the sun,
they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places
they see their lives
Unravelling before them
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet
it's not the end of the world

But when they get home,
damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet - Ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet - Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures
so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers - March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep

Dreaming of tramlines, factories, pieces of machinery
Mine shafts, things like that
March of flowers - March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet - It's not the end of the world
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet - Ricochet
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet - Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Early, before the sun,
they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places
they see their lives
Unravelling before them
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet
it's not the end of the world

But when they get home,
damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten

Welcome back to
Where I'm gonna have you
Shell shock, fall back
Anyone I see through.
Watch your head spin
Like a mesocyclone
Bouncing off the walls
Now there's nowhere to run

Like a bullet, meant to be shot
You're the target
Dead on the spot
When I focus, I never miss
It starts with a kiss

Chorus (x2):
She ricochets
and you don't notice.
She's in your head
and you just don't notice.

Let the sweat fall
Find me in the back stall
Let it snow down
Now we're gonna deck halls
I hit the bullseye
Making all the boys cry
I hit the main line
Breaking through the night sky

Like a bullet, meant to be shot
You're the target
Dead on the spot
When I focus, I never miss
It starts with a kiss

Chorus (x2):
She ricochets,
and you don't notice.
She's in your head,
and you just don't notice.