, hey! Hold back Hey, hey, hey!(Day of the bees) Straight line to the heart Just promise that we'll never part (Day of the bees) Take me on my own No
up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block
old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I remember all the chordies we drove We used to play football all day
't take long for my love to fade Another sad story, oh yeah I only call when I'm horny But she acts like we kick all day It's a quarter pass midnight
I went to the country just the other day To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way He
and leave the gym like troops single file line but we were still at the pool the day is over tommorrow back to school [chorus] after school im home with my
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance
, that's meth man south paw I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam Oh my goodness trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit Gotta love my
home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga Check out my
jazz band They stand up like a rock-solid alibi They don't even fit in my hand They curve like a pitch in the big leagues They burn with a passion so
my shadow Once before it disappears into the sun? Run circles around the bees Bring the heffalump to his knees Catch the pollen before the sneeze I'd be needed and useful, more each passing day
of my dreams now And my tenets rent is due Something is dying Something is dying inside of me In spite of me Something is dying tonight My old paddles
it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
And every time my Cindy passed, she'd take a little bite of me Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you one day
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got
bridge Or shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) (MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees Fifty
in, I can smell the tragedy when hatchin', happily dispassionately patched in, alive with the menace of demise like ?yes!? the pain dazzles men. Pass the popcorn, pass
