Lyrics:
Wriggilin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Tighten up baby, 'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes
I'm a pimp dad
Pimp-daddy, rolling in my caddy
Pulling up to the club, smoking on a fatty
Pull out the rug for Mr. Mack Daddy
Walking into the club,
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up
touched shrimp we was Korn fed widit
So the thread different
thaka le tlala, Majakathata - we in it for the long haul
Legacies are fought for - on your
and packed like silica
Run up a man in the cinema
Don't give a fuck if he's watching a movie
I'll drag him out by his shoe string
Pour out his juice drink
Used
wrigglin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
Lil' Shank, plug that puss!
Tighten up baby
'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes
beat you down
No, no, no words
We could keep it quiet
Leave it on the tip of your tongue
When everything is
Up and down, up and down, up and down
like a J from
The buns like I'm Stevie
You cats can get fucked up
For trying to see T
These fuck niggas fake I should buy em a fifi
Fee fi fo fum I'm
they thought they did
Word straight up told 'em they were crooked like the other kids
He backed it up with scripture, the Word never missed
Word knew His
wanna throw up
I’m doing fine. I’m totally fine
Wait. Nope, that’s anxiety
I’m doing fine. This is all fine
Sometimes commercials make me weep
We’re doing
viel Hall
Und Tom Petty singt im Radio vom freien Fall
Wer ist zu lange geblieben?
Und wer hat es satt?
So „Word up!“
Wenn der Beat dich kickt, say:
trying to move
I don't turn on Korn to get it on
I be playing Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond
Sitting up on my front lawn
Got
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
and a piece of Korn
[Hook]
[Both]
Deva-stating, mic controller
The word wiz-ard and the chief rock roller
[R] Bad be -boy made for the be -girls
Rock
to see you!
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!
HEAD KNIGHT: He said the word!
ARTHUR: Surely you've not given up your quest for the Holy Grail?
MINSTREL (singing): He
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
Yoo Shotta
Just warn dem before me Korn dem
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta beat Up the Calico
Make the boy brain
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
nicht mit
Drogen deal'n und kiffen
Nein, der Fokus: ich wollt'
Bloß Lila im Kissen, ich werd' Millionär
Sie wollen den Fame, doch sind straight high
Wir
in your hands
Always up my ass askin' me if I'mma sign 'em
But ya, it don't flow, it don't flow
I catch a buzz with the Dom Pérignon
When Jerry
again
Said she was by my side
But when i looked she wasn't there
Said she was by my side
But when i looked she wasn't there
Tried to respond she blocking
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