Lyrics:
now, pace now
All I want-ant-ant-ant-ant-ant
All I want, all I want-ant-ant-ant
All I want is to let my hair down (ant-ant-ant-ant-ant)
All I want,
sound like miniature popgun blasts
And are accompanied by a cloud of reddish-coloured, vile-smelling fluid
It is commonly known that ants keep slaves
had to scratch-n-sniff
To find out what it is they are after
Got the ants out their pants and took the chance on romance
Made some plans to make it
to scratch-n-sniff
To find out what it is they are after
Got the ants out their pants 'n' took the chance on romance
Made some plans to make it forever
Now several
and give everybody nice sweaters
And teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
Making everybody look like ants
From way up
was my eighteenth birthday, the world was still new
My parents threw me a party as parents will do
My uncle's wife gave me a punny gift
It was an ant
If we were more like ants, then we could all just dance
For the good of the Colony, for the good of the colony
If we were more like ants, then we
don't give up, just stop faking the shit
Get off your ass and start making it, biiiitch!
[Ant Banks]
That's right (Bitch)
Either roll thick, or suck
dont wanna buy it it ant foreign it ant foreign foreign
Money making mitch you ant going leave me in that hallway
The bloc moving slow so that only made
silo is rusting from the inside.
You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again
You want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves
THE ANT
I am an ant, I am an ant, I am an ant, I am an ant
Breaking my back day after day
Carrying crumbs to put on the Queen's tray
I wanna run, I
was my eighteenth birthday, the world was still new
My parents threw me a party as parents will do
My uncle's wife gave me a punny gift
It was an ant
was my eighteenth birthday, the world was still new
My parents threw me a party as parents will do
My uncle's wife gave me a punny gift
It was an ant
stop
We making cash and more stash an't gonna stop.
Moving to the top an't gonna stop
We show them a try to flop an't gonna stop
Champaign of to pop
We getting smarter
Making same mistakes
Reduced ant worker
Like a spilled bean
Adapt false security
When you have one
Grass is no lie
Sweet
""Eyes that shall never see A life chosen not to be fulfilled Fate does not choose a life Before the hand of Man As the ants march you to your grave
Just a rock on the ants hill
Making friends with the dust
The soldier mans at a standstill
The school of fish are at lunch
Go ahead and say it again
broth-ers gone before,
Shout-ing the bat-tle cry of free - dom.
And we'll fill the vac-ant ranks with a mil-lion free-men more,
Shout-ing the bat-tle cry
Marching
Marching like ants
Running
Running towards death
Try as you might you can't
Catch your final breath
Making a killing
Scraping the fillings
the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing
clown if you want, but don't do it too fast
Cause I'm gone slow it way down, than shoot your ass
And send you want to be pimps, back to class
Cause Ant
the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing
I touch the fire ima final fighter
Looking for the finest
If u higher u will hold the lighter
We an't callin pilots
Im for hire rapping threw
ass like this
[Ant Banks]
Now here's Eastcoast to the West coast
For all the ryhmers and timers, pimps and grinders
Crimers and jest doughs
Go
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