[Intro]
Introducing, for your listening pleasure...

Scabies and gentlemen:
From all the way in the back of the food stamp line
And straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash
That crack-rocksteady beat drums on
So, raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air
For the Good, the Bad, and the Leftöver Crack!
Yeah...!

[Verse 1]
Ya got your midnight dragon, your dope, and your dust
Your skin rots away and your mind and soul rust
Your solutions all splinter, but the pain is okay
'Cause your brain is all numb as your body decays

[Chorus]
I feel that long, black cloud; it's coming down
9th and C!

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah...!

[Verse 2]
Everything I do in life slowly takes its toll
The bad decisions that I make seem out of my control
And growing up in NYC, it never was much fun
The fumes are like a pack a day, and buildings block the sun
[Chorus]
Fuck the sun; that cloud is coming down
9th and C!

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah...!

[Outro]
9th and C!
You never were much fun to me
9th and C!
You stab and tell me not to bleed
9th and C!
You evict the youth right out of me
9th and C!

Yeah...!