1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan Got through the silver
this! [Verse 1:] America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver
in his sight blew the whale's brains out with a lead harpoon Last Great American Whale [x4] Well Americans don't care for much of anything land and water
with a lead harpoon Last great American whale Last great American whale Last great American whale Last great American whale Well, Americans don't care for much of anything Land and water
s real shit, feel this! America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take Spit over Raymo, shit, I'ma fan Got the silver
stabbin away on stone tablets To sketch up out your future I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand But have canceled developed, courtesy America
HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder
see me Oh baby, let the hours flee Oh baby, come see The silver clouds in August Lover's names on trees Imagine running water You wadin' in knee
, you hot Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order Spinnin' air, fumes blowin', silver spoons The
thinking he had the chief in his sights Blew the whale's brains out with a lead harpoon Well Americans don't care for much of anything Land and water
Adam and Eve, women like me bring men to their knees read about it... It's in your Bibles. The itsy bitsy Spiderman Climbed up the water spout With
airline flights 50 pairs of nike's, two gold mics A spot in the hills to stash all my bills Givin hookers chills, like ice water drippin down their back
So the chemistry's set And I'm not the saddest cheerleader To forget the American word For the gang in the head That dwindles 'til no members When the
front of the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint doing it raw And
images playin' in my head Every color in America bled Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet Then spit a rap that you can't forget "With this sacred water