porch with my insanity. I'm gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long. I'm not gonna go to work today. I'm not gonna go to work today. I wanna feel
the porch with my insanity. I'm gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long. I'm not gonna go to work today. I'm not gonna go to work today. I wanna
unsuitable No one wants a meal That only offers the least When girl we're servin' up The whole damn feast Slice off a piece Of that hog head cheese
the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake
Intro] We're live in five, four, three, two, ONE! [Big Tigger] Welcome everybody, you are "Live in the Den" With Big Tigger hangin out today with one
to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their
called our home And friends will stop and hang their heads in sorrow To pay the last respects to one gone on Tonight I lay me down to sleep forever With
The lights green but today's red Take a ride to Charing Cross, Join the masses as they shop, Their lives away 29's the northern line, Heading back to
with the world today? What's wrong with the world today, *mumbles* never said nothings wrong with it Uooo, what is wrong with the world today? Think
me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush. Phyllis
A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and
Gabble Ratchet) With the guards of Magog, swarming around, the Pied Piper takes his children underground. Dragon's coming out of the sea, with the shimmering silver head
of me I'm focused on the future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass guess yo mom didnt teach ya that pick a spot to beef with
schwilled I keep it real, With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill, Like Hyundai cause I Accel, Whack competitors get whaced if their
our teeth and sold them off to thieves Now we sell ourselves around Regiments of disconnects with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise Battlefields colored with creeds Their
