Lyrics:
on the last record.
Why can't I say Chri-biip-mas?
I didn't make the rules.
Hey listen guys, it's not that difficult,
all you gotta do is change
up to bust my shit
From the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the edges
I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson hedges
is on all fours
You running tracks but catching up to me
You'll lose your pace stumble then I steal your thunder like Paul George
Cause I got high
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
times harder than any other crew can
Jeff is like Conan, I'm like Tarzan
In other words, wherever we go
Haha We're runnin the show, but no seriously
It's
Where we gon' start by
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of George
Decency Defied by Cannibal Corpse
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Joe Benson and Tony Reviere
Torn from your body, removed while you scream
I got the game by the throat, and I ain't letting it go
Put that on my soul. Only the realist will know
Steady gaining control. All my life I was
like a lullaby
That put me to sleep
And I sing it like a pussy that's this deep
KRS is big and scary
I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary
Hear me,
My Nokia brick last longer than our love did
Yearning for a cuddle but I settled with a ticket to get sun kissed
Playing by the books is a myth when
time it felt like I had
Built a hundred grand has it ended? damn
It was brick by brick but was it all sand?
Dylan land, why do I feel like there's
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
If you look close up
At a Georges Seurat
See the dots of every hue
If you jump right back
It is La Grande Jatte
On a Sunday Afternoon
One by one
Dot
God gave me style and now I'm rude with it,disquietude kicks in
Knock knock like who it is, cause it's
Breathe fire, spit heat
No one try to diss me
album leaks
And it's worse than ever, yet everyone still acts
Like his verse is clever; it stinks, he just strings
A lot of words together that these
Heard your first album, it's great!
And we're going to the strip club at eight
You tryna come?" i'm like, "yeah, man
" maybe roommate lap dance
Called
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you
it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
It was
So everybody join hands and it goes like
Verse (George Clinton)
Everybody all together now.
We're a winner.
If and when the place and the time come,
okay ok
(Guitar rattle)
George
George
George
(I have called you by name)
In my soul
George yea
George I...
Byron in the soul
(I have called you
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
racism is a
Worldwide problem and it's been since the
Beginning of recorded history and it ain't
Just white and black But thanks to George
Wallace,
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