Lyrics:
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
And she walks along by the river
Where you can be alone with your dreams
And she
grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio
We'll think of you every time she's on the air
We'd love you to stay but you'd be in the way
So do up
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They music so
is on bloopers
Beastie Boys in the place up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossing
I been in your
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
the beginning give off an electrical spark
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
the way that you feel
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, sweet love, yeah
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let
block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down,
Voice
Or Have Your Touch And Kiss Your Lips
'Cause I Don't Have A Choice
Oh, What I Wouldn't Give To Have You
Lying By My Side, Right Here, 'Cause, baby
they're not like us
The vacant flesh of U.D.'s
Stand leaning by the walls
You can feel them thinking over
Ways of merging with the thoughts
You never
Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
leave the party with me and never go home
You keep eternity, give us the radio
Deploy the battery, we're taking back control
Engage the energy, light
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
with the radio on, in time to hear the archer's
An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.
Like all good stories with a happy end,
in time to hear the Archer's
An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.
Like all good stories with a happy end, which I'll now give
in time to hear the archers
An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.
Like all good stories with a happy end, which Ill now give
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