Lyrics:
poo
Fucked him in the ass and now
I smell like poo poo
I robbed a dudes air conditioning unit
He came in when it was happening
I decided to pull out my
Room on the third floor, not what we asked for
I'm not tired enough to sleep
One bed is broken, next room is smokin'
Air conditioning's stuck on heat
(man dem in the house!)
Whenever the man dem come with tha fire
We demand to see ya hands (ha!)
Put em in the air one time! (One time!)
Put em in the air
our beer
Out here at my post, I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more atm's with air conditioning
Then
patrol their on Ignorance's payroll
And they only came to hold
Tricknology down, scoop Greedy Lou off the ground
Throw him in the back of a truck one
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your
Quite badly (hmmm)
He turned on the air conditioning unit
"it's a bit warm today"
And it became so bloody co-o-old (brrrr)
I said turn off that machine
to change some policies, ‘cause we done made enough music
Mobbin’ in the streets as a unit; that’s just one movement
Gotta put the knight in a position we can
am Rick Astley and Bob the Builder
Sussy baka sussy sussy
I am a sandwich inside a TV with a fish in an air conditioning unit
Fish corn dog
Fish in
And when the trains leave you
The air conditioning units kick in
It's too late to live
It's too loud to cry
Living in The City
Living in The City
second four come in
two taken out
humming machines in the house we all block out
thread coming loose on the sweater knit
the air conditioning window unit
incandescence of a torturous strip of magnetic humming in hot silence
From the air conditioning unit down the aisle from where you sit
It's positively electric
happens in between
In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning
Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings
My fingertips
to hold...
Tricknolog down, scoup Greedy Lou off the ground
throw him in the back of a truck
one yells 'What the fuck nigga ya lookin at?
now get
(Lil Wyte)
(Intro)
Yeah, Mother Fuckers
Pussy niggas get the fuck out right now
Real niggas push ya fist in ya mother fuckin air like this
Its
In the office building - I get chills
(In the)
Air-conditioning's cold and I can't pay my bills
(Office Building)
Bouncing off the walls - right in
can only backtrack so far
Waiting on the fresh kiss of air conditioning
A mediocre mattress for the heart
And in the cold
We both withhold enough
mushroom cloud a wink
Jets in the air, boots on the ground
Hope you ready shit going down
M16's if you intervene
K-9 unit they bringing out the hounds
War
up face down... on the ground
In the office building - I get chills
Air-conditioning's cold and I can't pay my bills
Bouncing off the walls - right in
to be
I never thought about it like that but I definitely agree
I turned the air conditioning thermostat a lesser degree
She said that watching me evolve
a palm tree at Christmas
They turn up the air conditioning and they crank up the Nat King Cole
And somebody finds a good bottle of wine
As they drag that
Holly
Hear us scream!
Little by little we leaned to love America
Where Superman was saving everyone
Oh and my oh my so much to buy from America
Air
air conditioning and lots of it too
And now I'm so tanned that I can't see my tattoos
And my tank top sunburn it looks fine I suppose
Like the peeling
change in time I'll change this time for good
Carefully conditioning our feet to touch the ground
Before we choke from tourniquets around your neck
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