Do you remember that knife you wouldn't part with?

You kept it sharp just to carve my f**n' heart like a park bench

Well, I found it this morning in a Southside bus stop

And I'm smiling for this mugshot

That's when I knew the plan was bound to fail

By the time you hear this song I'll be singing it from down at county jail

Still filled to the maximum

So f**k Bill Clinton with his saxophone

And cut, I'm trying to follow a lit fuse

I must have missed a day's allowance of fish food

Like who's tit do you think that this is dude?

She ain't your b**h to misuse

And when there ain't nothing more to grab

I might give something back to the floor of this cab

I might tag my name on the door of your building

Might even make a couple of your children

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out (One, two)

Click is when he go in, we keeps it flowin'

Wrote this poem from a swollen place of deep knowin'

Winter showin', we scared of the dark as night approaches

Until a time comes, some run like roaches

Stop, drop, pop a slug out the mag, tag

Thug it out, brag, hold on to your bug out bag

When he's out on tour and the drink go down

Grab your girl, he might arouse her — yowzers

What dreams may come

Some plot and scheme on the scene, he play dumb

From the load out, true emissary who forever ready

Ask your secretary 'bout the melonberry

It's elementary, fedora or the ski hat

Drawers or dungaree slacks, where you gonna be at?

Don't repeat that, she ain't the type no doubt

If she wanna eat it's goin' right in her mouth

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

Yeah, you know it's like...you know

All this political stuff, you know what I'm saying?

This gossip on TV

You know everybody tryna get they talk on

You know the rumors and all that, that's where they make

You know, that's how they make their money

You know, talking' about things, but you know, we a part of that

You see what happen?

Money don't mean nothing, it really don't, money don't mean a damn thing

You see what happened to Joan Rivers?

All that money for her face and skin and...vain?

You know what I'm saying?

I might just walk up to one of these motherfuckin' super stars and pull their wig off