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Return Of The Giant Hogweed

Genesis

Nursery Cryme

1971

city with their thick dark warning odor

They are invincible
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering

Long ago in the Russian hills

And the legends from the past
Decide how much is going to last
Last one standing shall win
Brave by my own feeling
We'll fight to save the land
It's time to take

red jumps right through the open yellow door
Whip-crack'n Wade loves a sound that will take you by surprise
With a crack of his whip he will show you

to bussin'
If I smoke me A backwood its Russian I got them troops like I fuck with the Russians
It ain't no mo fighting fa me cause Im fresh as A bitch what I

to arrest by end of night

How I love the tropic breeze
As it whispers past the cays
You can hear in fallen fronds
Land crabs rustle until dawn
The affairs

Gats by the punani (uh-huh)
For brown-nose pussy crushers
Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers
Drive a Benz, no Miata (uh), this honey's got

Gats by the punani (uh-huh)
For brown-nose pussy crushers
Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers
Drive a Benz, no Miata (uh), this honey's got

Money Dance, money dance, I do my money dance
100 bands, my bottom red, I don't wear no Vans
While you are in a Ford, I might pull up in Mercedes

people lack in common sense
I overcame by the blood of the Lamb I set drip
Yahweh healed my mind
Ion even pop scripts nigha
Anything try to knock me off

Mercury is first its orbit is fast
A surface full of craters from cosmic blasts
Trapped by the sun, with no room to roam
I can't imagine anything calling it

from searching
We got everybody rushing to the dance floor
Last hit we made had Russian's on the dance floor
And girl what you on your hands for?
Don't

I'm taking aim 
The white boy putting you all to shame 
I'm seeing red now that's Kurt Cobain 
Now and again I gotta do a song that's watered down 
With

green places
Only bleached bone faces

I am a queen of violence 
Enslaved to a madman
I'll be a pawn no longer
Escape to a fertile land

1, 1 2, 1,  Red

was now off its feet
Held by the Red army's grasp
One final push and the end would come
We were thankful to not have gone
For the war was pretty much

Tell a motherfucker that we coming from the Rez
All y'all know that we running with the RED
These deadly ass cops they be coming for the heads
Just

of ya mind
If you think there's no retribution

Go fuck yourself
Russian warship
Apocalyptic horsemen
The world we knew will soon end

Fuck war
Here we go

in the street think that's a fitting tomb
Keanu in a red Russian club plates in my fitted suit

Got a iron in my pocket like I'm Tony ain't no Stark

beds
And sterlin' silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and
My red ain't covered by dirt

Woah oh woah oh
Woah woah woah oh

If your

up now she dead

Blue red, blue red, can't breathe, oh well
Blue red, blue red, we say fuck twelve
Land of the free and you taking my freedom
How can I

How you gon act like dat
Left my feelings in da past
No i can't trust no girl
I just been focused on getting a bag
Seen so much niggas dats going out

We are the chosen ones we were not meant to be here feeling miserable
No we gotta move what do you choose our past is in pursuit
What are we wrestling

Yeah I said fuck you and fuck this I quit on the spot
Finally I do what I want

Yeah I do, I do
Yeah I do, I do

Yeah I'm speeding past the red

Here we go jumprope with intestines
Sky high like investments
Splash down with the blood puddles with
No brain booze coming back up
Double-time like

Here we go jumprope with intestines
Sky high like investments
Splash down with the blood puddles with
No brain booze coming back up
Double-time like