Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock  Time to get out of school and think  Somewhere in the world it's 5pm  And quittin time means it's time to drink  Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock  Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig  But somewhere in the world it's midnight  And the guerrillas just shot two pigs    Somebody needs to bottle  This adrenaline  Throw death the middle fin  Stompin through your suburbs  Like coke, meth, and riddling  Streetlights and little sins  We fight for little yen  Despite the bitter end  And ignite carcinogens  This here's a little shot of  Can't-Be-Stopped  A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me  A little Fuck-The-Cops  Cuz them parasites'll suck your wop  And bankrupt your flock  Chuck you overseas to duck the glock  And in the gallows of San Quentin  The officials were smitten  By the smooth, suave way  Which my initials were written  So they paid no attention  That the scribbled transmission  Read "Imma get outta here,  Pray I don't get ammunition"    Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock  Time to get out of school and think  Somewhere in the world it's 5pm  And quittin time means it's time to drink  Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock  Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig  But somewhere in the world it's midnight  And the guerrillas just shot two pigs    Sometime the night falls just so  You can't see the scars  Discourse between the stars  Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs  I know a corner- if you say "cocaine"  They claim that you takin the lord's name  In vein  I cam to spit flames  Until this shit change  Until we switch games  The streets drown in pain  Now  Y'all might just drink and fuck to this  Let's knuckle up and deconstruct the shit  Imma show you what they dysfunction is  They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists  Vile and vulturous  Let's get tumultuous  And bring a multitude  To where their luncheon is    Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock  Time to get out of school and think  Somewhere in the world it's 5pm  And quittin time means it's time to drink  Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock  Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig  But somewhere in the world it's midnight  And the guerrillas just shot two pigs    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta