the mic in half striking psychopaths Laughing at your writing staff Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l, Chopping rhythms like a navaho I'm a throw wack kids
Wake up kids It's half past the youth Nothing really changing but the date You a grand slammer but you're no Babe Ruth You gotta learn how to relate
Down in Utah The guys and I dig a city called Salt Lake It's got the grooviest kids That's why we never get tired of Salt Lake And the way the kids talk
The guys and I dig a city called Salt Lake It's got the grooviest kids That's why we never get tired of Salt Lake And the way the kids talk so cool Is
in here and they dare the ghost Like a fire burning in a stone Ah Silent light in the theatre's sky Phantom cigarette and a silent cry The door swings
Square (Bow Wow) But Janet Michael And a couple of rock acts who don't know crap about rap All these lil rap cats is here because of me All them bubblegum raps is about to see Swing
Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep em swingin Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin But I keep on bringing ... ... and swinging you better believe
Two kids get married, same old thing Folks congratulate you, church bells ring Who's got the ring, who's gonna pay the priest Get your mama in the paper
Last time I saw you, you were on stage Your hair was wild, your eyes were red And you were in a rage You were swinging your guitar around Cause they
her pants up Once for my cock, twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut Swing a blow you can
hold her pants up Once for my cock, twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut Swing a blow you can
bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids
so you tell me who the kids are looking up to chee, superman chip, listen, see they say that im a role model, but i didnt ask to be, you dont know what
La be up there all the time! - Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? - They ain't punks, man. - Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty
Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon In a straightback chair on two legs, leans against the wall Watch the kids a' playin' with June bugs
me? What you can do for me? [Chorus:] Out and bad So wey dem a sey Dance will never die Out and bad so badly bad It a get intensify I see the kids dem