Joe Jackson - Marco Polo, A-F-R-O

Grimy, slimy writing

Pen, grab, stab with pen, pen striking

Neck slicing, dead Viking, hitchhiker

Remains of your brains’ll look like eggs frying

You can’t call escape, not today

Shots shake, pop you at your grandma’s wake

Shocked state, hospital bed bled then ovulation

Give a nigga impossible surgery operation

Search the house, spread word, word of mouth

The flesh eating virus began with defected mouse

The death reachin' to less amount

Desire to find a needing to wreck the town

Realistic depiction of older at shore

Heated confliction and skin disfiguring soldiers at war, Glock force

Rock not shot Glock toward a stranger

Murder my teacher with a chalkboard eraser

I ain’t never been so faded in my life

I ain’t never been so hated in my life

Hah, fucking onion-head bastards, yup

I ain’t never been so hated in my life

I ain’t never been so faded in my life

Ah, heart race, bitch nigga

Shut the fuck up

All Flows Reach Out

Cargo box go more trees out

Pop four shots or drop your knees down

Got more rock, four bars, y’all fiend now

Ha, Allahu Akbar, song brew tall dude, all you ask for

Gun fuser, slug, drug abuser, love refuser

Chump shooter, blood reducer, drum user, ton lungs of Buddha

Nigga turned into winner and didn’t fuck with the loser

Silent hills, violent chills, mind real fine, still

Rhyme skill, body find behind the hills

A knife wield, a wifey’s killed, the night is still

The rhyme is ill, alive in the minefield

Gun

is costly, I play mental hockey

I ain’t never been so faded in my life

I ain’t never been so hated in my life

Hah, metal

I ain’t never been so hated in my life

I ain’t never been so faded in my life

Aha, barbarian walls