Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sing it with me, if it's just for today
To being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
But if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
For the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'