you want) Man, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set the first down south nigga with a westcoast rep 1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hood a low-low
handsome, Graffin' so random, Gab that's him, askin' for a ransom, I giva ya one bro from the Microphone Phantom, I'm singin' on the streets my CMF Anthem
Uh, uh, come on Yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, here we go They tried to imbed it in my brain and said I never change Even when they need the anthem, they
Cledus T. Judd/Chris Clark, Cledus Crap Anthems (SESAC)/Of Music (SESAC) It's Thursday night down at Taco Mac It's like a can of sardines the way the
Cledus T. Judd/Chris "P. Cream" Clark/ Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Of Music, Inc. (SESAC) I got a buddy named Stacy Fay He's been known to stay up for
(ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit Music (ASCAP)/Famous Music Corp(ASCAP)/Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) New lyrics & music by Cledus T. Judd/Chris Clark, Cledus Crap Anthems
told you I would Out of nothing you find your own authority Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings I'm flying solo, I'm falling so low, where
revolution?s years away I?m losing faith and I?m running low on things to say So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate The tired anthem of a loser
but the revolution's years away I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate Tired anthem of a
we makin you scream "WHY?!" and beg for your life, Stab you once, Slash you twice, While I scream in joy: "DIE MOTHAFUCKA! DIE!" Recruitin' members since the day we started, I stay well low
your money from the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest Slow and low, Do or die calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die
from other ships that sell they DD paper (Space Invader) This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox The daytripper anthem
got to keep on searching And wherever it takes me, I've got to go" [Aesop Rock] Ran away temper tantrum, decrepid anthem Set a low goal, I arrived late
lyrical maze, lyrical days God works in mysterious ways I'm the warlord of war, relieve the raw dog Niggas ain't even comin' close to my low score Niggas
It takes too much to please me Attached but no real feeling High fives and corporate anthems Nothing comes to mind Kite marked for true low standards
bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too
the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera Sitting low in