Lyrics:
the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride
[Verse 2]
If raps don't work, need ta put some in
I hear y'all knockin' but ya can't come in
Said I'd
holy
And we lift You up
And magnify Your name
As I look around and I see
All the works that Your hands have made
The awesomeness of You
And how
Work five days a week and you slave nine to five
Well half your life you lived a lie
I thought I knew you, man I was fooled
You have gone and let
tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a job
Money ain't circulatin', cops had the spot dropped
So it ain't no work in yay, What's up?
I'm thinkin' 'Damn, I
crazy for me
She's funny that way.
Tho' she loves to work and slave for me ev'ry day
She'd be so much better off if I went away.
But why should I
desolated
kindred works unleashed
impaled skinned corpses erected
monoliths to bloodthirsty divinity
Sacrificial spilling of blood
as it flows along
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till de morning come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister
a bad hand to a woman who has laid too many bets
The mirror stares you in the face and says,"Baby, uh, uh, it don't work"
You say your prayers though
to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
Buck you with my shotgun
Wicked work will be done
Fuck it catch a hot one
[Chorus]
[Jamie Madrox:]
There ain't no
compel
Lead me from this evil spell
My body won't stop shaking
These voices keep on making
Me do things to people, this must just be the work of Satan
the fountain.
We go to the Bible, we go through the work out.
We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout.
There's more than one answer to these questions
times it hurts to live
Doing all this work to live, just to die
I hope my life is justified
I know I'm breathing for a reason, maybe even a purpose
So
for? Just for doing dirt tryin to score
You broke the law, you just put in work
Son in one shot you lose it all
Nowadays I never lose sleep
Yo
what makes you think that it'll all work out in the end.
afraid to feel bad. better off to try and pretend. I'm
immortal, immune to all that is
haunt me
You have been brought here
For something so much greater than me
But it's hard cause I'll get all of the attention
When you're work is so much
my tasty butter fish
When I come home from work at night
I get my favorite dish, fish!
Hold tight hold tight hold tight hold tight
don't always work out just the way that we plan
Still stand necessary be my friend and my foe
Either love me or you hate me
That's how the game goes
them misery and pain
Cause they're all blinded by their dreams
Now his evil work is done
Cause his reign has just begun
He's the one and only
bands, all over the whole world
Without you and your power, we are nothing here on stage
'Cause fans are our air to breathe, the motor for our work
as a tool, that's how you want it G
Don't waste it, put it on sale, but never free
Fuck your way to the top, don't be a slob
If none of that shit works, then
future
Bringing the competition, that these rappers ain't use to
Making the type of statement, that these rappers'll work from
If you think I'm scared,
the sun while I quench my thurst
police helicopters gettin on my nerves
emergency you burnin 3rd degree
so be alert while I work you can learn from me
yea I
concealing a weapon kept inside of my brain
That's why I'm insane, desire and pain, fire and rain
Sexy beast with an extra piece of ecstasy
So this can work
mystery
How this town was born
It started with a couple farms
Then the mill and the general store
Ever since the work went south
And those wheels don't run
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