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Tell me and I'll tear them limb from limb
I said Matt Monro not Gunga Din
Our members will see him and eat him alive
No two ways about it
Or three
There was a lord, lived in this town
Who had a handsome, lovely daughter.
She was courted by a fair young man
Who was a servant to her father.
But
an open book - page by page.
You'll NEVER tell anyone your inner thoughts again
You were taken in - by a heart of fools gold.
Now your drifting in circles -
to hell
In an old bucket fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell
That we got this party on smash
Now we gonna put you on blast
Written in my shit list you dead
trapped by tenderness
& been beaten into "submission"...
It's now way past the hour she usually phones -
& you've decided not to tell her your little joke
lined the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America

Wild America
Wild America
Wild America

Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's
the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America

Wild America
Wild America
Wild America

Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I
station was blocked off with burned out cars and I didn't know what to do 
The gas station was on the tribal lands, operating tax exempt
Now the owners
to our own lives
Looking into the future
There is more room to move here
Invincible as we score the music to our own lives

Now we gotta react, we
something like that
Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it

Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know
do it

Drizzy, I'm sitting here watching Basketball Wives
Like, "uhh, them is basketball wives?"
Only cute one, Gloria, that's my nigga Matt
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now.  They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan.  They don't know if they
bitches freaky bitches

bdroppa Matt is in the muthafuckin house now 
Ira dogg is in the muthafuckin house now 
Oralon is in the muthafuckin house now
never known the beauty to be seen 
Beyond his flat-panel PC LCD screen. 
But would he care if I took him by the hand, 
Planned on a trip
too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn

[Verse 2]
I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here till I leave yo
Colisseums
We be out by the end of the afternoon 
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM! 
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife 
Ty and Matt
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan (62 bottles, bring 'em over here man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls (Stop
[Featuring Esham] 

(Car honks) 

 Girl  bring yo muthafuckin ass on  I ain't got all day! Come on. 

 Muthafucka  don't be rushin me! Here I