Come to the Isle of Skye
It's the hard little pistol-packing punk dope smuggler
Lethal when I kill, I go straight for the jugular
Back again to hit ya with the junkyard funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a Tec in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit kid, yo he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
Now I'm on a rampage, prepare for the slaughter
Lyrical monster busting nuts in your daughter
Slaying competition is the real beat digger
(Clank) Hit you with a shovel now you're dead, nigga
Freaking the funk, I be the ill funk freaker
With the diabolical sound co
Cure
(Spoken)
The man takes another bullet
He keeps them all within
He must seek no matter how it hurts
So don't fool again
He thinks the answer is cold and in his hand
He takes his medicine
The man takes another bullet
He's been fooled again
Uncross your arms
Take and throw 'em to the cure, say...
I do believe
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em too,and say...
I do believe
Yeah, I do believe
The lies tempt her she follows
Again she lets him in
She must believe to fill the hollow
She's been fooled again
Uncross your arms
Take and throw them to the cure, say...
I do believe
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em too,and say...
I do believe
Oh yeah, I do believe
Betting on the cure
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah everyone's gotta have the sickness
Cause everyone seems to need the cure
Precious cure
Betting on the cure
Cause it must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah everyone's gotta have the sickness
Cause everyone seems to need the cure
Precious cure
I do believe
Betting on the cure
It must get better than this
Need to feel secure
Yeah it's got to get better than this, this, this
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Everyone's gotta to have the sickness
Cause everyone seems to need the cure
I do believe