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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
He'd like to know if you and me could help him in some way
A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
A small diversion caused by two,
your grandpa's drawers, dont test me
We in like that, you're dead like Presley
When we coming through get tickets to see me
We work for the paper so
your grandpa's drawers, dont test me
We in like that, you're dead like Presley
When we coming through get tickets to see me
We work for the paper so
or Ed or Bernie or Steve?" 
I probably would have kept on guessing 
But about that time we crashed into the truck 
And as I'm laying bleeding there
Steve Francis
Need a Carhartts
Like Daisha with the car wash
Young ?
Higher than a Star Fox
Monday morning
Caught her back end with the arm slot
(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Two conductors
dollar bills
Send some paper to my younging
'Cause he just like Steve Francis
He be playing with them rockets

Whipping on the wheel
Got my peddle
in Vegas I'm like Steve Wynn
At the same time, fellatio from three twins
Those are triplets, I've been wilding since the Rabbi snipped it
Then they
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs
be poppin them thangs

After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
my house and an antelope
Been round the world, doing jet, Steve Angello
Rockin' white gold, pink gold and the yellow
Word to Dizzee man, I used
on the goal line
Grabbed the chrome nine, proceed with caution
Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against
wages 

A bravest soul jumps through pagin a slum, paper for crumbs 

Pockets stay tight, drinkin Thunderbird on the curb with the bumbs all night
me over the hill
It's probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like an obstacle,
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
paper I chase,
Taper fade by that bad boy shop,
Tippin' slow I'm screwed up and chopped,
Listening to some of that bobby merl, them choppaholics, maybe
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older
a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than
walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Toilet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient