Take a bow Your time is up and I'm glad to watch you go What all you've done is run your mouth about how it was back then But the scene's alive and I
on a star Losing my memory behind a bar, all I want is drank out the jar Locked in the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kite Taking the back
don't let inside action Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red
Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie Come take my lotto? Man, that's a waste With that tape, all you really robbing is
won't, loyalty is all I know Before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman:] Yeah, red ribbon duckin feds til we pass out
in a big red bow Chorus: Santa can you hear me? I have been so good this year And all I want is one thing Tell me my true love is here He's all I want
red-breasted robin Beats his wings His throat it trembles When he sings For he is helpless before you The happy hooded bluebells bow And bend their heads all a
own in a big red bow Santa, can you hear me ? I have been so good this year And all I want is one thing Tell me my true love is here He's all I want
and ride a painted pony wild To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's
, so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring Money and them gold ropes Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs
from the beauty of this sound here that with your instructor samuel a true love is found here you two look good together to take your heart would be a
then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like Hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style
Z] Come on the track duh duh da-da With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix Or might take sips of army with a chidd
are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a
barf And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant your a dwarf My flows goin off, im so sick all i gotta do is cough [Chorus:] We stay
