Lyrics:
dial ' H' for homewrecker (brady)
I'm hexed
oversexed
we're a mess
I stab out my eyes like Oedipus Rex
I can't keep down a meal
hate the way you make
How is it even possible after all these years
And all the good Rock n' Roll heard by these ears
That nobody gives a shit at least not like they
We will be driving in little time bombs everywhere
One a seat in a skyscraper with aluminum hair
Therre'll be someone downstairs
Collecting all our
and bombs kill all
You're to blame as you fall
America's! War!
Just one more war by '84
It's killin' me and killin' you
These enemies want a little taste
Of what's left of American waste
Our government,
this out or act my age?
Am I happy I came to the young man's game,
Where the bouncers know me by my name, tonight?
Oh I could I work this room
I
the end is near
But the bombs they'll fall
Falling down on me
Falling down on me
Falling down like rain
Support your troops but not their cause
Take a bow, collect all your pumps and praise
Like a bomb, you turn the night into day
I wanna sing all the things my mind forgets
But the words
on the thermostat
When I burn the clap at night, Star War
Millennium guns, titanium
Strap bombs on my back like them Iranians
Surgacial gloves, murderin' thug
He got a sheath made of plastic
Grabs it over his head
Forty gallons of petrol
Gonna burn you all dead
A forty-five strapped to his side
no telepathic capabilities
Fiber-Optic wires try to bind me...
Revenge
Attack of the greys
I must defend
Raped by technology when I was a kid
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
I've been living out of this briefcase life
Like shifting on the topic of you
We built this fortress to hide the words with eyes
But I don't mind
Ab Creole is down with us
And Good Medicine is down with us
You know that Ameezy is down with us
Yo who the fuck are you?
Damn they called my bluff
getting in tune
The music's played by the, the madman
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
And ever, and ever
a motherfuckin' gimp
Are you a synonym
Friend or false validated by
Signature patterns
In rap pizza parlors they
Toss your tattered up name
Call you biter
Have
Bitin' my style
I's gonna take a lot more
Than some dirty ass rhymes, child
Gear always phenom
Been told my styles the bomb
Shirts by Benetton
Denim-Dolce
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
time, keep attackin'
Uh, Big Ol' C4, it's a bomb in his jacket
Swervin' through traffic
I'm the one drinkin' the
Syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been
find my destiny
The universe on fire
You're my guiding light
Carrying the breath on fire within the lungs of steel
Soaring to light the flame
good
Man, first break in a minute
Can't remember not havin' goin' to work
Chillin' by my mama crib
Food smellin' bomb, man, I even went to church
the bomb diggidy, don't bother me,
I'm only a gangster in the studio.
CHORUS
Cop That, Don't Say No, Cop That
(You know you want it)
Some youth try act
in tune
The music's played by the madmen
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?
Forever
know you heard it all before but let the story be told
Ain't nothin better then southern Cali weather
Spring to the summer to the middle of December
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