Lyrics:
Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be"
I told 'em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, I'mma peace out
Then I
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
party time
We got kicked out of heaven wanted dead or alive
Rock's all over and it`s party time
We got kicked out of heaven wanted dead or alive
There
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
quick to send ya ho to the store
Go get the J, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope
Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show
I'm
gettin' good grip from the Dunlop Tires
The F1's bumpin' but I need the volume higher
'Cause there ain't no way get on the basement beat hits
J
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many
true fine love
Down in the suburbs I met
My true fine love
She gave me money
She gave me head
She gave my everything
And then she went dead
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in
bounce to it
The cops wanna stop the body rock (but don't do it)
Dy-no-mite Like Jimmy J.J
Slobbed down pen-ny, somewhere in L.A.
Now we got to bond
perpetratin
Tryin to rock a old trippin style
Youknowmsayin?
Originators is here
Let me kick a little somethin
Kick, kick, kick it kick, kick, kick it
My
(I could do this with my eyes closed)
Turn out the lights, yo
I'm back from the dead, from the back of my head
Been gone and facin' horrors that
'bout it, baby
You can wake me up in the dead of the night
Wreck my plans, baby, that's alright
This is a drop everything kind of thing (drop
Wagon Wagon
"If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon"
[Violent J]
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies
here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
"Donegal Danny's been here, me
a ledge, and fell into a machine
Another dead immagrant, that's the American Dream
[Aesop Rock]
Miss Molly, helpless, made a penny with a data entry temp
[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jay Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me
[Common:]
Get up get up,
slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along)
I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow)
It was
Said don’t stop to the punk rock
Punk rock!
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand make him understand
Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J
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