[Chorus:] Come On, Everybody! Get on, with your party! And don't let nobody say you're wrong. O.K. So you've lost control, But they'll never steal your
run And last but not least please don't tell no one I just wanna treat you like the woman that you needa be I be on that Peter Pan in NYC You needin
When I cock this shit back, automatics fin to come I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
I call her "enemy" She says i act like there's ten of me A sketch for their clone A dog without a home But you want more when i was on tour I told you
landings are the envy Of Sabena and Pan Am From Chattanooga to Japan I taxi through the airways - What a swell little plane What a fine little plane What a great little plane I am "Hang on
do it like soldiers All in together now Ready? Hell yeah No retreat no surrender Death before dishonor motherfucker Do it to them Come on Never
never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck ya stature dog Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground with
in the M.C. field" "Make way, 'cause here I come" "Known to be the master in the M.C. field" "Cover every angle on the mic, I'm killin'" It's Esoteric
cure That's why (that's why) I ma take you on a tour So deep (how deep) hold yo breath and dive in Come with me (come with me) you'll never see this
I'm asking her to break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down (look
[Rosetta.. Sweet Loretta Fart thought she was a cleaner but she was a frying pan, yeah Rosetta... The picker! The picker! Picture the fingers burning
on time, or stay Miss. another chance Now, redirected at the girls, not an ultimatum just an option in this world When things come and go, when the clocks never stop Be on
bitch Kickin' it with my shirt off, on some liu kang shit Sleep with the sun up like I grew fangs bitch I come alive in the night, on some bruce wayne
But even you cannot avoid Pressure You turned the tap dance into your crusade Now here you are with your faith And your Peter Pan advice You have no scars on