Paroles:
The Black League Hot Wheels

[Originally performed by Hurriganes] Theres a whole lotta jumping And a whole lotta bumping goin on Theres a whole lotta balling A whole lotta mauling

hair And what 16 joints later still lounge Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets Style is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues 50,000 leagues of black

burning bright, Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night. The death-ravening black fury fills me, The spatter of hot