just gotta stop Stop and turn around to thank everyone that sits on the stand `cause I wouldn't have made it without them, here's to the band! [instrumental
are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming f@#k the
off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back One day, I was in the middle of some
Wait, I mean vote for Kay tho hes on the base though yeah You know we chop it up like Idaho potatos So on this beat we choping choping choping choping choping... [Chorus:] Two wheeler on
's indie, how she's different is anyones guess. You've got you skin tights, colours on the floor, with all your white lines, every slut and whore, all the band
my click I'm a ride or die Eating on some chips Plus I'm smoking on a blunt Chilling on da front porch Gray court pulled up in da front Now I'm grabbin on
'emparent de l'histoire puis ouvrent la tombe Dans le quartier il fait sombre, dans les ruelles on s'affronte On se tue, on se flingue, on se trompe entre bandes
m just tryna tell ya what's really tru' baby I don't think u can handle this (I'm too) I'm too hood for you tell me what u kno' about ridin' on chromed
horses hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire! In this way Mr. K. Will challenge the world! The celebrated Mr. K. Performs his feat on
Kite Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate The Hendersons will dance and sing As Mr. Kite flys through the ring, don't be late! Messrs. K and
horses, hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire! In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world! The celebrated Mr. K. Performs his feat on
