and drink liquor And help the damn revolution come quicker Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor And maybe make a revolution, that's right Laugh, love, fuck and
I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood clot cryin' This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it I take it slow 'cause I'll
wham bam I came across like a battering ram I try to float like a telegram sam I'm trying to divine you My book is called "The Ascent Of Man" I marked
fighting Internal Revenue I'ma get mine, you can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services and I don't give a damn Slap Bush with ma stash, all these taxes and
Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark
, Sam and Bo of course From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across Just to witness Sam's crop business Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this Sam sold to uncles and
ho ho ho ho And what do you want for Christmas little Sam? I want the Billy Gilman action figure What about you Suzie? I want the Grand Old Opry nativity scene And
now Right now I'm taking a stab at the sick, sick, sick I know what evil is and evil could suck my dick Like Sam Hain and God ain't no joke Ya better
Duck for cover, you marked muthafucka Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta? I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers And when I'
On the top he had the SOUTH And on the bottom LIKE WHOA Big Sam with 36 off in my chain 4? off in my wood a woodgrain And my piece I'm bout to precious
/ Bridge the gap / Gap teeth / Teeth marks / Marxist / Sister Act II / Too much love / Love handles / Love handles itself / It's selfish / Fish and chips
Astley gave us up When will the Scorpions break up? Next time you think about going retro This is what you ought to know A Sam Fox comeback and a Crowded
underrated Y'all showed no love so now their hearts are full with hatred And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullsh... Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and
for the loved ones (Tears) The thug ones and all deceased peers And while these other cats play hard I'ma praise God And thank God that I?m here Blood sweat and
really in style) And the title is Sam's Song, it's catchy as can be (With a sly little beat And the melody sweet keeps you tappin' your feet) And the title is Sam
my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Pock-marked self indulgence taking to the stage They are powdering their noses with each critical acclaim And Sam-I-Am fighting hard and
better know wi' vehicle and dem better mark wi' car And keep a distance__ cause man will full y'uh face a scar You go run fi the and dem a par And you
serenade displays the worldly terror devils made They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid And then they pray to idols made of gold Drapes ya blood and mark