dead men tell no tales

Singer: cypress hill

pam pa ra ra

any die

if the beholder the soldier begins to bore

four score

seven bullets

take you outdoor

darkness frightens you even more

i'm here to enlighten you

with the hardcore

bring it raw

like the red

dead meat

in your plate

and i'll fill you up with the energy the hill create

i gets sticky

like a green bag of the bomb diggy

now i'm fuckin with your head

and you realize that it's tricky

got you paranoid

feeling the void

you can't take it

the reward bein destroyed

freakazoid toy

with ya mind

all styles deployed

you find danger

in the stranger's eye

the killin comes second nature

your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out

hear you callin out

for help

and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself

crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin

i'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin

boo-yah!. come on

motherfucker

pam pa ra ra

war pigs

you dig

see kickin out mr. big

take a sip of wine

engage in a battle of the mind

you feelin the force

meant for remorse

right from the source

your head is

gettin fucked and i'm skippin the intercourse

behold

the mic horse

you're takin a loss nigga

got the nina ross

don't need no cross

my fuckin paper

chaser green bag gladiator

terminator weed germaniator

the greater the risk you fuckin hater

hit you with the pyscho beta

clickin the fader slow

with the hi-lo

servin the blow

who got the glow

dead men tale no tales

you fail to see the reason

i'm easing to squeeze the trigger

go figure

it's killin season

nighty-night

mothafucka

pam pa ra ra