Lyrics:
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
street, we fucking own it
Our backyard is a battlefield, fueled by K9 hate
If I see another land mine, I'll forget to close the gate
In charge like
I need a refill….To take me back in time
When I was yours and baby you were mine
I deal with the pain still
My gut was always right
Lord knows I
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
BETTER TO ME, TODAY…
“FILL HER UP” BY MY BOYFRIEND JIM’S PLACE
THEN I GUESS
I’LL HAVE TO LET HIM KNOW “I’M ON MY WAY”…
PULLIN’ UP STAKES
PACKIN’ UP MY
Had no prospects
But look what I've become
So much of this small talk
Got me feeling numb
All your playlists, let me in them
The white side of me
just
hypnotized by this pimp's poem
What I got here is mine, go and get your own
I put beats to rhymes, get peace of mind
OZ's to dimes and this weed iz mine
This
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs
Mmp, bottle empty (bah), I got means, I got plenty (bah)
I got lean
When Jim carrey’s the mask Suttin gonna get freaky
Tie a man up with a chain
Came for my Bruce with a metal Clang, long like a Batarang
Short don, I call
it charges my heart
Your mama and I we have called upon God
For guarded arrival - no drama, no harm
As long as it wasn't like mine
But it looks like
me to open up and tell my story
But I got all my friends
Mary, Jack, Jim & You
A fired burned out
A heart turned black
With you in my arms
And a knife
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
had me by my bed side
Fuck them if they hate cuz they ain't ever said why
Now I barely stop for red lights. Red lights
Got 3 dubs straight, feeling like
Eastside (come on) , lets ride
They got me livin' like
(what) , I ain't worried 'bout my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5)
Like I ain't
the cigarettes
Come out of the house with the cigarettes above your head"
"You'll never get me copper! I'm never coming out, you hear?
I got a cigarette machine
they gangsta
Got a couple sing alongs
I'm fucking with some anthems
Get their Jim Carrey on
Hollywood actors
I relate to thousands
You're fucking
Reason witchu
You got one statistic
You gon' respect mine or ya son'll get it
I'll leave him dead in the
Middle of Little Philly
But little did he know I
Getting turned up with you
I'm going home with you
Now you tell by the way I move and the way that I talk
And the way I put I it down I'm the mother
Because I think Jim Hensen said it best when he said
"Anybody got any aspirin? I think I got a cold"
And a chill filled the room, we all have this
my cool like Arthur FONZARELLI
I kick more black ass than Jim KELLY
Down with easy shit, this nigga TELL ME
They give me mines from state to state
drug that fish in
And Tom said, "Aw shit Jim, he's got a blue."
Yes he did
He said aw shit Jim he's got a blue
I remember that day like it happened
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
for life, we the biggest
Bitch, I'm a trendsetter, bitch, I'm a Dipsetter
I got the heat with me, I got a temp-setter
I got a sun-setter, yeah,
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