: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley. Black Flame Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass. Battle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space Words won?t help but a few bucks
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream. Selling cigarettes
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man
cardboard crown across the side says fragile shirt unbuttoned, pleasure fool, I'm agile ripped up forms, men with swords tear the flesh eyes like shadows
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing And for some strange reason, your nose is growing My skin is crawling, everybody
I went down to the fishing hole And I set down with my fishing pole Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the
Most people are curious and wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down
I tell you there's some Someone at the door Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt It's a bust, gonna tear
"Craftsmanship" Most folks spend their days daydreaming or finding clues My whole life I've been here at the train station shining shoes I started when
[verse 1] Driving with a yellow dog, I95 He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes Up at a decent hour, never ate yet Got a little Johnny Cash in
clothes. Dominate. Terrorize. Prey on your foes. Eat a??em alive. Cheat and survive. Cap the night Gentlemen. Then again, Ia??ll ruin your appetite. Buck
I was raised on a dirt road ghost town. Stray dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down. I knew the woods like the back of my hand, and I would shoot
I'm a lot like my dad I would have to say He's been wearing a beard ever since mum passed away She would'a hated it Inspiring, he likes to go to church
"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'" I don't care about you're tippy tappy typist The happy hippies tryin' ta say that you're the hypest Yeah you can spell but
I try to be nice and take care of my appearances Keep outta trouble and trifle interferences The bachelor of science I run my own company Somebody call
i say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh), and i say light-skinned but you say mulatto. i don't know, i prefer to go straight off the
I don't know whats wrong with the youth of today wondering lost it's true what they say and who is to blame? T.V and magazines, they'd have you belive
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
