We like to roll We like to smash our amps and Lose control In your little punk band One night stand You got blisters now On your hand Your head is full
fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coil hands around this microphone lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full
Make a brother feel like im down at the disco And we gonna keep it going like crisco Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full by the crate full
I think I'm gonna start a band The great depression is at hand People will mourn across the land Yeah, I'm gonna start a band Or maybe I should write
feels good I said, "I'll give a try." Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band
every move Til' I'm breathless, I'm helpless Can't keep my cool Steals my heart when he takes my hand And we dance, to the rhythm of the band I feel
the isle of Manhattan, I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the East River and Hudson And if I could open my mouth Wide enough for a marching band
and whistles Marching-band (Boom-ching) Kneeling by and speaking up He reaches out and I take a Massive hand. Disjointed tales That flit between short trousers And a full
know I was looking for love So we built from here with love the foundation In a world of tears, one consolation Now you're here, there's a full brass band
if you're a woman or a child or man When i'm done everybody's gonna understand Some rappers get mad when you say they're in a band But, not me Cause
of flight originated Now I'm a carnivore on a tour of duty My band of brothers and full metal jackets establish cruelty Black magic conjurer attack
Verse one: Listen to the preacherman But are you talkin’ to me I can’t hear you with a mouth full of pig’s feet If I should need the swine flesh Your
Verse One: Listen to the preacherman But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh
Yeah, Hustla I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no
Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints (Baby
on I get so high polo sheets is what I lands on back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn
to me In your own language please Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man Leader of the band
got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah. Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back. I got a cupboard full
