won't go there, Go to the Beirut and do a show there Yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted, While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap
He said The way I rap And make skrill for a living He said he kills for a living For the grip span He's a hit man So I paid him a fee He told me What
Dre, old school no atari Soulja Boy swaggin, pretty boy handsome Pulled off of the club, in a drop top phantom 360 bands as the roof panoramic 360 bands
think I won't go there Go to Beirut and do a show there Yeah you laugh till your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted While you're at band camp thinkin' the
He said the way I rap and make skrill for a living He said he kills for a living for the grip span He's a hit man so I paid him a fee He told me, "What
curl up and Die! die! I don't wanna pay This is not a life. Pass the plate Watch the blood drip from your hands! Brainwashed victims talk to God for a nominal fee
the way he dresses! (Townspeople) He's got ninety-five white persian monkeys (Guards) He's got the monkeys! Lets see the monkeys! (Townspeople) And to veiw them he charges no fee
in the roller rink where I went to skate It was early in the decade around '83 Back then Maskell's was the place to be Pay two quid for your entry fee
and ain't that a bi--h Ha, Wizzle F Baby, fa ya muhfuckin' neck nigga Got Streets in da buildin' Gotti in the buildin' KL, Fee Fee in the buildin' Rome
a plain Elastic band, elastic band Fee fi foe, fun for me Fun for me Fee fi foe, fun for me Fun for me Fee fi foe, fun for me Fun for me Fee fi foe
to You know corporate punk's the thing to do Obnoxiously, you raised your fee You'll see to it we'll all get screwed Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee
I said I'm headed here His Mama said don't stand there you'll catch cold just come on in They gave me room and board I paid a very modest fee Then I
my folks stayed They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the fade Sat back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid And called on the band and
und Arbeitshemd, Doch scho am nächst'n Samstag schmeiß' i mi fesch ins G'wand, Fahr' in die Diskothek und bin außer Rand und Band, An
week to end I'd rather hang out with my friends Crazy people along the street are yellin at me so much there is to deal with I should charge a fee Tonight
and crowned. But one day walking by the river I met a tollman with an angry face And many's the time I passed through his tollgate And paid no silver and paid no fee
And I absolutely love the way he dresses! He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys (He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys) And to view them he charges no fee
legal suits But a monkey's not a man, so this whole thing is a ruse And I stand opposed to the non-humane We band to expose their twisted brains Disdain
