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Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the U-S-S-R'
Yeah she's goin'
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car 
Listen to the Beatles singing back in the USSR 
Yeah she's goin'
Day in the night 
Taking places in the train to Moscow 
Now I'm coming back to drink some iced vodka 

Landscape in white 
Sun is shining
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God

But though
Oh baby, you don't get turned on by the radio.
Oh baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo.
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why don't
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God

But though
stayed up all night wondering if the
Eagles or the Beatles were the world's best band
Since you've been gone I sit by the phone
Feeling like
They'll bring in more ham and eggs , oh.
She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles.
Her favorite food is chocolate ding-dongs.
It's wide enough to play
a celebrating life to the max with a suicide girl

I wanna go crazy! crazy in the us of a
I wanna go crazy! crazy in the USSR
I wanna go crazy! Moscow here I come
Sitting in our mansion,
Guarded by expansion,
Questioning our motives and our means
Wondering why this isn't like the dream. 

Walls of wealth
Niggas hear watch the throne,
Yeah it's like the Beatles back
Bey' Bey' my yoko ono,
Rih' Rih' complete the family
Imagine how that's gon' look front row
Niggas hear watch the throne,
Yeah it's like the Beatles back
Bey' Bey' my yoko ono,
Rih' Rih' complete the family
Imagine how that's gon' look front row
represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your
We'll find a little place by the water
Worry all our friends back home

I'll do the talking and you'll write the letters
I'll sing the beatles
invasion from the Beatles
And their corny mop top hairdos are back
Emo's back

That guy's jeans are so low and tight
His face is pasty white
Dressed in black
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family
represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
be ashes by the dawn

Your Beatles, my Stones, your My Aim Is True
Staying up late every night
With your cigarettes, Jim Beam, gallon of gasoline
Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in tip-top shape
I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
took the Beatles, left Billy Joel
My little good-byes

I'm sure you're sure I'll be back in just an hour or two
You'll tape a Hallmark to my door
They
Yeah...my Lord...yeah 
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes 
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn 
We go through
will do you in 
Forgive Forgive Forgive Forgive 
Yeah Yeah Ooo

Three minute kid is here again
Surrounded by three minute friends 
He found someone