Lyrics:
found a new one who's better than I ever was
I'll be dead by X-mas now anyway
Please give all my things away
They'll make great X-mas presents for you
move and imma bust em
i'm sleeping on the floor with my nines by the door
war ain't fair it's war
frontline, mutherfucka
mos(talking):
u can never
un-wonderful with the hat
Who watchin' you by the cap
Make America great again
I just don't to wait at these great American gates again
Patiently staying in
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy
Do some weird shit, believe in the art of the joke (yeah)
In this case, I was like
"Ayy, y'all a great crowd
So as a reward, do you wanna see my
save our great Pauline
Long live the Aryan Dream
Whites are supreme
Multiculturalism? To me it's a bit drab
Especially now because we're swamped with
beat freedom on wheels
Small towns are strewn
clong the coastline
Connected by highways
Like a string of pearls
Through narrow streets
With white
cnd hire white men to labor, In these United States.
For there's great cry for labor, There's great cry for labor,
There's a great cry for labor, In
said she coming late
Stay on go cause there ain't time to waste
Yeah, my bitch she gon ride, she stay by side, she stuck to my waist
Rockin' all white
brick by brick like a mason, then maybe you will have a chance to go far (let's get it)
It's life, shit might, hit strike so pick right
It's a roller
Shattered by the news
Never thought something like this would ever be true
Especially not with you
I woke up feeling so blue
You never spoke up so we
God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows
hundred and sixty-three feet of gleaming flight equipment
Being pushed up
Through the blue skies above
Hello, Neil and Buz
I copy to you by telephone
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
from my older neighbor who was payin', "Fuck Da Police"
'Leven writin' graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed
By sixteen, I had an MPC
(It was Hip Hop's
slump
Face down, shot five or six times
With my kid and her mama in the cop's car crying, and I'm dying
Stop lying, it's a black and white thang
Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like white on rice
Green stack wit a thick blue stripe
I need that in
I don't want assimilation, instead I want liberation
No white picket fence and rainbow corp'ratism for me
I just want the freedom to love how I love
We the people want to fix it, but disappear if we try
Twisted media will show the revolution televised
This song is probably already flagged by the FBI
Over the mountains, across the white veil
By the frosty night and it's moon
A soothing scent of freshly cut wood
Fangs shining, jaws roaring
Eyes
your blood shows the reggae in it
From head to toe you know the role to play in it
You gotta show the woke they made a great picking
The white picket
Drive bys they ain’t fun
Send a pic to his mom
So she can set up a funeral, numerals
I just be counting the rubles, it’s gullible
Speaking the truth in my
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