all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells Billy Boy takes the pictures,(?Rak watch the room?) Five-I-seven on my switch,we got out early Taddle
workers lame I say we reach the church and we reach the streets And some don't believe and I'll catch the heat But we'll take the lash, word bond But
with punchlines of curse? And the stanza's that modern man does are full of vanity, vulgarity and propaganda But I guess that's this age ? We Thugs and Fools We
a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid The secrets of the past they hoarded Now we just boarded on a futuristic spacecraft No mistakes black it's our music we must take
And the United States government ain't scaring me Back in the days they killed Indians for salaries I'm could one time modern day Calvary What's gonna happen when we
BA BOOM From the moon to noon we consume the room From july to june, from womb to ya doom Come groom this tune if not now, then soon Talking to a chick
Tired someting But we hold on to our feet right now I'm hungry It's it's too much for stomach right now look we're almost there It's about three more blocks after we
