Lyrics:
Yeah I'm up at Rudy's, headed to Malarky's If I get too desperate, catch my face at Sharkeez I'm the new Sugar Ray but a little less gay They love
up I can signal everyone I am full of gumption Dissonance and questions Listen when I tell you Destroy me I beg you Following malarky Radioactive
a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield
a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield
these bullets I'm busting See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping Nasty man, from bagging grams
these bullets I'm busting See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping Nasty man, from bagging grams
who's a geezer, must live in my freezer And she who is starky, is full of malarky And he who is groovy, must be in my movie so come on! (Guitar Solo)
to birth it's looking bleak Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow I'm shook in a freak side show OK I strobe effects projective when I
Evening tokes Sitting by the fire becuase the power's got dead wires Old folks play spoons Such a useless talent dead art a malarky You say im being
malarky But i still think we should Abolish private property Eat the rich And starve the police The fed is nothing but a gang of thieves Some say these
the newest-latest updated malarky Everybody aiming for 15 minutes of fame Call it 'Reality-TV' only thing 'real' is the 'name' Your child grows up imitating
malarky or acting retarded On me oh my yeah I'm outchea wit my guys Oh me oh my yeah we got mob ties and smoke
Wick I might come crash your party Kamakaze, straight up no malarky Terminating, coming through like Arnie Then I might just ride off on your harley
slow once you start me HumpFree: I'm so tired of this Malarky, We'll get rowdy in a heartbeat She shook pushing her foot into the carpet as the car
belligerent and shoot the coop like where the pigeon went I'm finished with these fake MCs so don't start me Enough of this malarky, I'm tryna find parking
history Where empires go to die They say it's terrorism That's political malarky Just follow where the money goes To a corporate oligarchy The food crops
hear a pin drop I've thrown the whole room off Just some woman cutting down the patriarchy, is it tough To put up with this malarky when you're one
sling no Malarky Be your fat boy Chris Farley Hardly get side tracked My bad Let's end it on a positive vibe and end this track
charge or whatever group running it The left and the right side funky like onion dip I don't believe in politics I think its all malarky They always
just getting started We ain't even turn it up Go on with that malarkey We about to burn it up Man it's time to burn it up **** the malarky man i'm about
Music originally composed by Jason Rainey credits Jason Malarky: guitar and vocals Marco Antônio: bass guitar, double bass and synth fx
cll hail the oligarchy None of that Democrat malarky We got our man, he's Donald J Got a great big wall he's build'n Ordered borders free from
after dark and I seen car parked I was at charter, juggin' wiggas that was ready for harvard You said that you was down, that was malarky Niggas be
start laughing Never catch me kicking bars I blart darts kid I Quench with arsenic Spit hard Like garms starchy Kamikazee Kill your cliche malarky Car
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