{crowd noise} Ahh yeah Oww! Hit me band! Oww! (Hey, hey) Hit me band! (Yep) From out of nowhere so they came Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet
{crowd noise} Ahh yeah Oww! Hit me band! Oww! (hey, hey) Hit me band! (yep) From out of nowhere so they came Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet magic shave
beer halls and concert halls. I been threw seven managers, five labels, a thousand picks and patch cables, three bands, a band, a bunch of guitar stands, and cans, and cans, and cans
to sit back and let your conscience absorb this Before you ship that demo to them dudes in the office Come test your skills for real in hell's fortress
routed path as math magnified caves splashed in ash mud Travel back before your wahs, laughs, graf, grass, and cash was The dew on day one back to the
One tried to test me didn't find it humorous Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish My time came to a cease; I'm back on the streets
you bad for me to hold and not let go, till the world... Stops putting me through hell And so I drink, just to think of something else You, like clouding up my perfect skies so emptying cans
summer it feels like a hundred degrees where im from you might see SUFFA MC walking the traps uh tryna escape the map 91' was my shit im tryna take it back
it at any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it When Black step in the door all hats is off Your hands up in the air goin back
Girl came through, the light skin honey with the cinnamon smell, Girlwas so enticing, baby, make a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocain Daddy
they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is it any wonder there was
got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin COME ON [Verse 1 - Kuniva] Yo the derelict is back Im blazin niggas while
sensor? Root down, feelers out across the marsh before it was "Awesome Car! " I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back
Or you carpe the diem Warplay the porn game Wanna get the sure way Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens Trickery I'm back,
her The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter with her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her With her back against the
No reason why Why ask to pay yourself For the call of the wild You found this child So raise him And wind your back Come back to the river The
gun Tina never did but her dad had one When she was twelve, he put a twenty-two in her hand Then he took her out back, had her shooting at cans Her arms
halls and concert halls. I been threw seven managers, five labels, a thousand picks and patch cables, three bands, a band, a bunch of guitar stands, and cans, and cans, and cans