Lyrics:
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings
They're walking like
from pine
Blisterin' punk kids alive, aw, blisterin'
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
I held onto hope for
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
on his scene
Now the critics and the cynics
And the suits all fear
Another rap metal whore
By the name of Punk with a P
A lot like me
A heavy metal kid
while y'all wear silk
y'all drink forties, and I drink milk
Cause that's my muthafuckin biz
I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid
Hardcore to my heart
I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice...pain!!
And that goes for all of you punks in
were made by fools
Just do what you want, showing respect
Respect for your self, we are all the same
When I was a kid, I used to dress punk
Then I grew
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
(Eat a dick up)
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin'
be another suspect
Watch your head
Cap that crop
Punk is dead
Scalped by pop
I can't compute who I should mute or trust
In a faulty
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
lying for their fucking sake
For the fun to watch the boy hearts break and
Fuck the world, we're emo kids
Jim's 'Praise Chorus' glued to our lips
Run by
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
punk blues
Where I grew up in the city well you had to be mean to get by
Hanging out on the corner
Getting flaked every night
Man we were bad assed
Too
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
(He don't care, cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45
connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
punk kid
Feeling so free
Fire I breath
All of a sudden
The floor
Started flooding
You getting beat by punk kids
Shawty acting Godly
Doing my dance
Doing
This next guest is my man bringing him back
It's a pleasure to have him here
Please give it for my brother Kanye west
Uh let me start by
Thanking you
By the lifeguard station by the coral reef
That's where all the nude kids cut their teeth
There's no clothes to wear
And no bow ties never aired
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
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