Guess I got a real bad habit of killing 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Montana

Life turned to flashes, feel like you don't ask
Doors turn to caskets, right back to them ashes
Workin' to be masters, workin' for the masters
I see you clear like malcolm with them glasses
Had me and I see you laughin'
They ain't come to see me, but they'll show up with the captions
Everybody wanna be captains
It's how you bump heads and the harlem, that's the ochocinco habit
I'm not your average, light them matches
Bump of catholics in christian shoes is actin' in interludes
The young pioneers, can't touch it
Seven lears, to the buses to them flyin' lears (Montana)

Guess I got a real bad habit of killing 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Ah, it's a real bad habit
Killin' 'em all for the taste (killin' 'em for the taste)
Death's a real savage
When all your grind go to waste
Mama need a mansion, questions need answers
Broke, he was ugly to the money, made him handsome
Ears I was missin' till at least full extension
Workin' for the devil on that road to redemption
Got it who you have it, climbin' up the ladder
Tsunami wave if I get them tears tidin'
He caught a rico, then he turned to pastor
He ran to God with a passion, on God, fear tragic
One time, no takes
On God, we great
Fast car, no brakes
Deck of cards, no ace
No bars, no race
Mask on, no face
Raise the bars and stakes
[?] No vac's (Montana)

Guess I got a real bad habit of killing 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh