Intro: NONE Verse: Well the street was jumping with murderers And their half set alibis And though I prefer poetry, I brought my guns to the starting line And when the announcer said “Cast your currents, all bloods come from upstream!” I chambered a little insurance myself, Pointed my iron and squeezed Pre-Chorus Neck and neck with teenage archers Straining against their bows We tracked the cities pornographies And sang ice to it snows Chorus: