Death clock Tick Tock smokin like a cigarette Every minute, every hour, Every day You mind goes flip flop Nothing but a silhouette Ain't it funny how time slips away? (Rap by THE PRIME ARTIST Russell Jordan) It's about that time To stop the clock If you're ready to roll Let's rock the block Time moved on slowly In my mind in the morning In the afternoon my body Shuts down Give me wine, women and song And I'll party all night long Let it all blow to the Muthafucking dawn. Been down so goddam long It looks like up to me Here's some words of advice From a man who's had little Advice all his life, If you wanna go out on Saturday Night and listen to the Music and the bright lights There's one or two things You should do... First get your head on Straight, get it buttoned Up the back. Zip up your Pants and start walking on Downtown, and when you get Downtown say hello to the Nicest looking girl you see And say "hey baby, have you Ever been to the Galapagos? You know they've got lizards There that ain't got no eyes" And if she says "well that Comes to me as no surprise" You say "hey, why don't we Sh-shuffle on down to say Listen to old LSD, playing That drum and bass for just You and me" I'm sure her eyes'll Just light up and she'll Say "let's go over a partay"