do is have some fun [x2] Well I'm walking down the streets of life I don't know where to go Which way do I turn I don't really know Mass confusion fills
holes 2 tits, 1 fork in it's side Zero tears in their eyes Sue the spiders Sink the Woelsh Stab your Facebook Sell sell sell Undercooked, overdone Mass
look at you, you're amazin What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do 'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are [Verse 2 - K-Rino] Listen
or even local His cuts and scratches taken to the extreme Can only be matched in another's dreams Doin' things with his body that couldn't be done Rockin' the masses all for fun
) Dance, music, sex, romance (Oh) Everybody clap your hands now All the white people clap your hands on the for now 1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2 3, listen
me, see the new millineum came Im invincible wit my abdominium frame Daminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagon Nuttin silenced, they all are violenced The law story, wars over territory The masses
pay slip's old Faithless Living in the basement With a facelift Doll (Repeat X2) *Verse 2* Sometimes I question why you act that way A mass parade
we comin' up on the new millennium Year 2K, and I'mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game Point 1, call and meet, [unverified], pay ya debt Point 2
on] Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's politick and speak-spearean We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies Nonsense is fun
there, is getting your name all over it Pull a can of sky blue for the outline Sky for the limits, blue for the down time Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses
anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
we keep it extra hot they love the whips the chicks the neighborhood superstars boys on the block thugs in the hood we don't never stop never stop i go where the masses
u, i-e-ville slugga" You gotta let em know Gotta let em know "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga" (repeat 2x) [louieville] Batter's up! 'ville
do, it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves. [Verse 2 -
K E, ohh, to the D I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P. Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G Two G's got
but racist No more pistols to pull, no more corners to turn I learned all I can learn without being burned Penitentiary dreams got people massing my screams
to all as mass mutilation murders but to blame one of the soilders was unheard of Left the base in 1981 Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun 5 years
m tired of rhymin' Go ahead and diss me Cause me and George Bush got a lot in common We both got no sense, we love to go to war And we stay lookin' for weapons of mass