Lyrics:
supposing two swallows carried it
together?
GUARD #1: No, they'd have to have it on a line.
GUARD #2: Well, simple! They'd just use a standard creeper!
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
and perfect teeth, and Joan Collins. Now, class, take five minutes to make your decision. ... Times up! Well class?
Class: Throw over grandpa 'cause he's
Politician use the system, a lethal weapon
When we slip up, lethal injection
Ha, everyday life's a lesson
I take my spot in the lower class section
Johnny
not groupies!
No, I never..
Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me!
Yaw.. it's obvious to see why... listen, I never...
(2nd non-groupie):
Howie..
[Teacher]
Good morning, class. Good morning, class. Class? Class!? SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.
As you know your regular teacher Sister Rosetta Stone is
rent you can't afford and can't break out of your lease
I'm out of your league, I might as well be Ivy
All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's
cause
Pole position my verbal contact no life support
We'll maintain position lift off to ignition
Frequency feedback provide ammunition
The brain
rent you can't afford and can't break out of your lease
I'm out of your league, I might as well be Ivy
All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's
A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style
your face
So come on Yella boy, let's wreck this place, huh!
The headlines read "We are in Town"
The World Class Cru is gonna throw down
We are
Oat
That don't work for nothing less than a C-Note
When I'm finished there won't be need for a sequel
An injection of me can be quite lethal
Cuz I'm
She's a star, no astros
Just to compliment this class flow, hoe
But tell me what you take me for
That consequence in waitin' more is gettin' what you're
want to thick it up
You have some fat where?
Well, I have a tail attached to
My spine and I want
To thicken it up i want it to be bigger oh
Would that be
flow? it's movin' slow
You ain't even got the glow
I could rap that fuckin' fast when i was only 2 years old
Material is trash
Your beats are fuckin' ass
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
been inside for two years
She hasn't went outside
She's been inside watching the news, afraid to live her life
She got herself 4 injections
She's about
she begging for Dior
Can't fold but I heard that lil shorty a freak whore
She got lip injections it's making her teach more
I'm a hero like DC she know
break dancing friends went
and beat up some punk rock faggot(s),
Buffy's pregnant,
plan a future, we'll fit the class,
we'll go and debate it on whose
got back life
Karma you got got that's right
Lethal injection when you bout that life
This for the violent jits who ride around in whips trynna find
One, two, three, four
Never see you at that door
The NHS been waiting since four
You never showed up when your time was booked
Think you were too
The streets is cold and the beaches is warm
The bitches is everything in between
Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off
Type of life
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