Lyrics:
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
sweat
Then i'm having nothing left
Tatted on the chest
Keep the family on the person
At it with the best
Casey add it up again
Money on the brains
Hard
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
the names
And places on the
Tops of the forties by the Casey Kasem
No such luck in the silent scream
Hope we die with the needle
In the eye at least
Like
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
a blunt, or either pass me a joint
I'm the modern day Rick James, yeah that's me
Anything less than the best is blasphemy
So ask for me, when you want
a blunt, or either pass me a joint
I'm the modern day Rick James, yeah that's me
Anything less than the best is blasphemy
So ask for me - when you wanna get
slidin' in my slips like
I'm Rick James' freak, freak
I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh
Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't
Need to come, uh
Way too young to get
and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James
There's nothing like summer in the city
Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty
There's trouble in the air, you can smell it
Rise up the Starry Plough
In James Connolly's name
Rise up the Starry Plough
For his glory and his fame
He joined the Transport Union
So the workers
and tender, yet hard and strong.
Nothing short of a living god,
Nothing short of James Bond.
If we all knew that no one's to be ashamed,
But that
Casey counting down the Top 40
Waiting for that rock n roll to beat out that country
Buying the new 45's just so I could hear side B
Couldn't wait
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16
There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
It ain't for everybody!
(Uhhhh) Welcome to Hollywood baby
(Take a picture) Uh huh, you coming with? (Let's not even talk about it)
Let's do it
I'm getting tired of your shit
You don't ever buy me nothing
See every time you come around
You gotta bring Jim James, Paul and Tyrone
See, why
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
one time wait for the punchline
Casey youre not one under mine
You been done underlined
Swag mc no under dog
Just a dumb under guy
Panda pop when I
Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Aw, it's nothing but funk
In this motherfucker here!
Ayo, it's Redman dog, you
Nah nah nah nah
Rush!
Chance
Quick
Romance
Touch
Feel
Lust
For real!
Ah two play-alistic pimps
Writing down the shit
Got ‘nothing to prove
You can
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
Before James died, he smiled and laughed
'Cause he was just photographed for the last time
While it was drowned, the kitten purred
At least that's
nothing but nice
Reached in my pocket for the old school dice
Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the floor
And asked my partner Mike what they
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