The Story’s End 57 Pixels

[Intro]

Lights, Camera....Action!
Are we ready? (Are we rollin')
Are we ready? (Yeah? Okay) (Are we rollin'?)
Hold up!

[Verse 1]
I'm the type of guy you can smell through the Ozium
They'll say he'll grasp the mic and start rapping like Doody's soul's in 'im
Causing loads of sin because locked cells is where they keep my homies in
Rolling holding 10s, crusing with Dan chaufferin'
Stop on the cops block, go through the front door openin'
One glance is all they need, the police is like "Oh no! It's them!"
Clasping hands and whimpering, won't change your sentencing
Don't barter me with pensioning, Satan's Den I'm already living in
Our luck with all this stuff is shortly growing thin
It's been an hour and a half and we only had forty min-
Utes, time to bounce away from this unholy den
This is the type of ending that's not aired on Nickelodeon
At the Captian's where my mac is pointing when
Sonething happens rather tragic as my eyes are closing in
Catastraphic, this heart of plastic has a few holes in it
No more laughter, crowds and pastors is how this story ends

[Bridge]
That's how this story ends
That's how every story ends