| 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» |