knock knock
come in
you wanna fight
i'm gonna win
i'll take you out
in a minute
step in my flat
see what's in it

i live in the land of wellfare state
my flat used to be section 8
now it's a rat infested cocaine run
my whole worls plays like a broken drum

drunken bum
yeah yeah yeah
rats in the hallway again

get up get out go ahead and ride away
sit up our bed up your bed to lay
kick up our rip up this place apart
even when i'm finished i'm back at the start i'm out of line
at adeline st. heat don't keep the crooked beat 4am
no waves breaking what's left of the pm the am has taken

drunken bum
yeah yeah yeah
rats in the hallway again

outside my gate my crew is drinking a 40
oz the asked my if there's still rats in the hallway
i said somethings ain't like the weather
they never change for the better
this girl came up to me she said she would do me no harm
rolled up her sleeve and shoved me the tracks on her arm
i said what's your name she said Mya
she said Tim, wanna take you higher

junkie drunken
yeah yeah yeah
rats in the hallway again

zombie walking kid out on his own with no morals
mr.high leaves the body in comes mr withdrawl
pain is the only thing the body will alow

To be continued...