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I'm starting to mold.
All my friends just sit around,
Drink beer, It's getting old.
In that house,
That house of Ted.
In that house,
Where you're better
nothing but a Brown party.
That's on, going on and got it going on.
Bob and Ted's rated number one so flow on it 
And if you're in the house pump your
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
work till Ted was much despised
The father then said begone you're heartless to the core
Then the black's sheeps words they came just a ringing through
When I call on your name you answer
When I I fall you are there by my side
You delivered me out of darkness
Now I stand in the hope of new life
who oughta know 
I'm the one left in the dust 
Yeah I'm the broken hear ted fool 
Who was never quite enough 

I'm an insider, I been burned by
collection
Hear my perfection, rotary connection
Taking MC's down by lethal rap injection

I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must have drank
no matter what 
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight 

So modify this third rock from the sun 
By painting myriads of pictures 
With the colors
But you need to if you're to survive
The folks in town want to settle their score
By using their own kinda law
[Repeat]

No one had seen a thing
no matter what 
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight 

So modify this third rock from the sun 
By painting myriads of pictures 
With the colors
Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent

Ooooh ya got busted
On a midnight ride
And now ya want justice
Well, just step inside

He's gonna
from 
you! 

I'm a wobbly jelly, you're a pink blancmange 
I'm a sherry trifle, you're a chocolate sponge 
Your dad wears a paper hat, mine inflates
frownin'
Forties of Busch I be poundin'
I ain't dead in the head like Manson
I'm more laid back than motherfuckin' Ted Danson

Hanson brother style when
[Verse One]
Yo!  Here I is on radar
A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar
Cause by that time, I been did damage
The type 9/11, so duke call
[all singing off key]
We'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony

What's your name?
  I'm Teddy Ted
My name is Greg Nice
  and I'm MC
me
But nevertheless you'll have stress, cause I don't rest
You want to know what my problem is, if you're curious??
I take this hip-hop shit too
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
With A Table Leg Like I Was Ted Bundy
I Bludgeoned You You're Bloodied I Think It's Kinda Of Funny
First I'll Take Your Money And Then I'll Swipe Your
Aye groove the window down oh shit I'm getting high
Still I'm cool, no AC needed
Probly slidin down ya region off this Henney got me leanin'
Ain't
red as hell, red stripe, life,
Red as Jack the Ripper's surgical knife... ("you're better red.)
Red as cherry, power, armies, jelly, red as Kahlo's
'm on the way to the top
Stop. I think I just heard a pin drop
'cause you're stunned by the way I came off my head Ted
Turn the packs to burner and I put heads
they're real
I know that most aren't
Boy you think you're clever don't ya
Girl you think you're so smart
Come with me to another side in a world so cold
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..

Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller